Jerry Wade realizes his stout “double-short size” may not be a common one. But that doesn’t explain the disconcerting remark he once heard from a clerk at a local clothing store.
That says it all, even if not in a grammatically correct manner.
My biggest challenge is … finding time. I’m also a husband and father and being senior pastor and executive director (of the Youth Empowerment Zone) are more than full-time jobs.
The Aslanidis family came to the United States from Greece in 1966, traveling for two weeks by ship. The family eventually moved to Columbia, where they now operate a string of restaurants.
Shortly before he died in 2004, entertainment journalist Arthur Unger began helping to catalog articles, notes and personal memorabilia he had donated to MU’s Western Historical Manuscript Collection.
Russ Palmer was selling furniture when he was asked if he’d like to join the family business, a question that an older generation of his family had been asked before.
Six years ago, Mary Lazar-Rutherford left an automotive sales job to start her dream career with her mentor and father, Meir Lazar, at Custom Complete Automotive.
Sam and Donna Atkinson have tried to satisfy Columbia residents’ sweet tooths for more than 20 years, doling out countless confections as the owners of The Candy Factory.
While some family businesses may struggle to keep younger generations interested, Mills Menser knew at age 8, when he started working at his family’s jewelry store as a sweeper, that he wanted to succeed his father. He gradually progressed to gift wrapping, then sales in his teens and finally became vice president.
Vicki Russell intended to move to a big city after she completed her undergraduate studies at MU’s School of Journalism. But during graduate school, she became more involved in the community and got to know many Columbia residents.
It’s a familiar scenario: A mother just inches away from her child’s face, speaking in an animated voice with exaggerated expression. Reactions to this type of behavior range from laughter to annoyance, but experts say it can encourage a baby’s linguistic development.
You might have noticed on Election Day that the Missourian did not conduct an exit survey. It might not have been a surprise, however, given last week’s column by my boss, Executive Editor Tom Warhover, in which he wondered aloud and solicited your input about whether we should ask people leaving the polls how they voted and then report the results during the course of the day.
I was photographing in a shelter for homeless women and children in a neighborhood in north St. Louis for a Missourian story. I spent the night at the shelter, but it took people a while to get used to me. With time, the residents loosened up, including Robert McGee, a 12-year-old, who played basketball in the backyard.
Last week I wrote about the terrible time I had trying to get to Philadelphia. I thought all of my troubles were over when I was dropped off at the airport three days later. I had a direct flight into Kansas City, a 30-minute wait, and then a short flight back to Columbia.
Trisa Nickoley seems very unimposing. She has an easygoing, almost goofy, attitude.
I know the source of that chill that has overcome mid-Missouri this week.