Small favors not forgotten

It was Monday, March 27th 1950. Dad had spent the weekend celebrating his twentieth birthday. Mom, also 20, was nine months pregnant with me. Mom needed to get to the hospital. There had been an ice storm. The late train to Jamestown was the only way to get there. Reuben picked us up at the station, took us to his house for dinner, then took my parents to the hospital, all in his Holsum bread truck. A twenty-eight year old Marine doing what needed to be done, helping out. Thank you Reuben.

The Fifth Commandment

Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land
which the Lord thy God giveth thee.
The Annans: "Will you quit Secretary General?" "Hell no." The problem for Mr Annan, the report found, was that his own son did not tell him the truth.
The Jourdains: "Will you quit Tribal Chairman?" The problem for Mr Jourdain, the report found, was that his own son did not tell him the truth.

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There is this ominous crocodile sky hanging over town this morning. Word on the street is that yesterday BTD Manufacturing Inc. told their fifty employees here that within the next year they are going to move all their jobs to the main plant in Detroit Lakes. Hmm. Not good for the Home Team.