I’ve recently came across a poem that my 84-year-old mother submitted to the Saturday Evening Post when she was a teenager. The poem was rejected, but I’d like to show her that she has been published. Since that time, her home town of Grapevine, Texas, has grown in size since it is the location of the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport.

Frank outsmarts Juve through the use of both sides of the law, and truly realizes why he did what he did- where he went where he went, and what he had become.

Memories of a totally different way of life when I was a child.

The musical farmhands would gather every Saturday night and travel from school house to school house playing music.

What would have happened if Hitler succeeded in taking over the world.