In honor of Veterans Day . . .

S. Steve Adkins of Lakeville writes: “In honor of Veterans Day, I am sending a copy of a letter that my dad sent to his parents just after the bomb was dropped.

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Of death and Fibber McGee: Mom loved the mystery shows . . . but Dad didn’t, and he ruled the radio!

The Permanent Family Record

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “My gentle mother enjoyed murder mysteries. The day after she died, my middle son came out of her bedroom ashen, hiding something behind his back. Reluctantly he showed me the book she was in the middle of reading. It was titled ‘Death in the Morning.’ I told him not to be concerned, to just check out her bookshelf. It was filled with similar titles: ‘Death in the Garden,’ ‘Death in the Afternoon,’ etc.

“The lady just enjoyed a good mystery.

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Some of our favorite things . . .

Dear Readers,

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We've decided that our Twitter feed is the most efficient way for us to share our best, most interesting finds as we wander about the world and the Internet. We've been posting regularly there since the tragic end of this year's golf season — always with the goals of entertaining, educating, and never wasting your time.

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Who could forget that first lasagne? Kinda . . . garlicky, wasn’t it?

Our pets, ourselves

joegolfer writes: “The recent stories about cats jumping on food, and Vapid in Vadnais‘ recollections, prompt my confession.

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One hundred years after The War to End All Wars . . .

Then & Now

Roger Anderson of St. Paul writes: “My grandmother’s maiden aunt Stella Gould earned a living as a photographer in the Mankato area in the early 20th century.

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