Rose Bud Veteran’s Memorial Thank you for up-dating me on the Rose Bud Veteran’s Memorial project. Yes! I am “interested in continuing to help” and would appreciate notices concerning future Fund Raising Events. I trust that funds are marching strongly toward the goal.
In the opening chapter of the book Memorial Day, by Vince Flynn, the CIA has got some intimation that a nuclear bomb is set to go off in Washington D.C., in a week. It is up to Mitch Rapp, a CIA counterterrorism expert, and a handful of others to track down the bomb, and terrorists, and catch them before it is too late. Mitch Rapp flies all over the world piecing together the clues they need to come out ahead. The whole plot of the book Power Down, by Ben Coes, is set into action when two of the most successful United States Energy companies just merged into one. And not a day later, their two biggest energy plants are being blown up.
Bryce Harper and Hunter Strickland’s throw-down on Memorial Day reminded us that the bad blood between two teams or players isn’t always settled by playing the game. Below are, in no particular order, the top 10 baseball brawls in recent memory. Robin Ventura vs. Nolan Ryan, 1993 The altercation between Robin Ventura and Nolan Ryan is probably one of the most iconic brawls in baseball history. In a 1993 game between the Texas Rangers and the Chicago White Sox, Rangers pitcher Nolan Ryan plunked White Sox third baseman Robin Ventura with a high 90s fastball.
We have memorial day to remember all the people who died for our country freedom. It was officially was declared on may 5, 1886 by General John Logan. On the first decoration day General James Garfield made a speech at Arlington National cemetery, and 5,000 participants decorated the graves of 20,000 union and confederate soldiers buried there. Memorial day also became more popular after World War I and World War II. There were more American lives lost during the Civil War then the two World Wars combined.
Every year it happens, so it 's not surprising that summer turns into fall. It 's inevitable because science says so, but there are some tell-tale sights, smells, sounds, and tastes that signal autumn is approaching. Here are the top 10 signs that fall is coming. Walk into a grocery store or craft store in late August and you 'll likely be greeted by the potent aroma of one of the first signs of fall: the cinnamon broom. Love 'em or hate 'em, not much smells more like fall than this bunch of twigs.
The new American hero (Just a quick look) Can you see the handsome young man sitting by my side, driving through the forest, behind the wheel of his decadent truck? Yes. I would trust him with my life (sip of vodka).
It was a good day during the winter, and me and my friends all wanted to paintball. So we all got geared up and went to the field to get ready to play capture the flag. So I got on the blue team, and got into my sniper position. Which isn’t very far from my flag. So the first person I saw was about 100ft away.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
As a new and young manager at McDonald’s I had a lot of responsibility and stress on my plate. I worked for them for about a year and a half before I was promoted and I got to know the crew and got close to some before I moved up. One of the hardest things to do as a manager is run a shift when you are understaffed. The excuses you get from people will have you rethinking your life and the position you’re in.
It was a very emotional event, but it was really cool to see the community come together to help others. It seems that doesn’t happen too much lately. To get the hours needed for volunteering, you have to know all the details about the event and get in contact with whom ever needs help. This has made me more responsible as a person, because I use to not like to contact people directly. However, now this is no issue and I feel confident with conversing with others.
After a death or loss of something close, people usually react similarly by going through the five stages of grief. These stages include denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. During a death of my Great Aunt, my family went through the stages of grief. I was close with her when I was younger, but I do not have many memories I remember with her so I did not experience much grief. On the other hand, my Great Uncle went through a lot of grief since she was his older sister.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
On August 29, 2005, a category five hurricane, named Hurricane Katrina struck the city of New Orleans and destroyed everything in its path. As all the other residents of New Orleans, I was one of the people who experienced this horrible disaster. No one ever predicts that this kind of thing will ever happen to them. Everyone has their story about what happened to them during Hurricane Katrina, but I am going to tell you about my experience and how to affected my life.
A large part of the driving force behind my interest in both Catawba’s environmental degrees and the Environmental Stewards Program is frustration. All too often it seems like people don’t stop to consider the impact their actions can make on the surrounding environment. Well water in neighborhoods similar to my own is poisoned by new developments that spray chemicals in order to obtain the “perfect lawn,” power companies bulldoze entire areas of forests along creeks and rivers with no regard for the destruction of those waterways and the species that depend on them, and those same new developments I’ve mentioned inevitably doom themselves by increasing severe flooding. My goal is to research and raise awareness about issues while helping the
The year was June 23rd, 1968. It was wet, mucky, and the air was filled with a thick sweat that seemed to never dissipate. We were in the middle of thick, green, tropical jungle in Saigon, Vietnam. Me and my friend Carlton were in a platoon of 6 other men. We were sitting there smoking our cigarettes and telling old stories of the good old days when were back in America.
