In reality, the size of my high school was a lot closer to the size of Ruston High. However, on the few occasions where I visit Simsboro or Choudrant High School, they feel more like my alma mater. At Ruston High, I always feel sort of like someone is going to give me a uniform citation and send me to Mr. Mike Milstead’s office, which to be fair would be OK since that’s usually where I’m headed so I can check in.
Question: When I retire from the state, I will be able to retire with a pension that covers all my needs — me and my wife don’t spend much money. Since I don’t plan to spend any of the money in my retirement accounts, how should I invest it? I plan to just pass it on to the kids one day.
Ah, how sweet is the sound of rawhide meshing with a leather glove or the unique crack of the wooden bat delivering a timely hit past a diving shortstop?
Baseball is back.
Those familiar trademarks of the game let me know the national pastime is in full bloom again.
So does something else that has been a part of my lifelong love of the sport: baseball cards.
Almost at the same time that big league teams began spring training did a satchel full of some of my oldest and most beloved cards show up at the Princeton Place.
This summer has been an eventful one for us here in the NCLAC office.
We’ve had a team of eager interns who have helped us in our endeavors, and since the summer is almost over, their internships will end as well.
Tess Stickney has been working for us with our exhibition-related programming. She has been the friendly face in the lobby of the Dixie Center at each of the Dog Days of Summer Art Crawls. She has written press releases and blog posts, and has assisted with summer arts camps and farmers market projects.