Category: Ward Degler

Column: My mom’s first aid cabinet

Iodine, merthiolate or mercurochrome? When you cut your finger or skinned your knee as a kid, which of these did your mom dab onto the wound? We had all three in our medicine cabinet,...

Opinion: A man, his river and his dogs

Commentary by Ward Degler I doubt you ever heard of Joe Wilson. He was a Missourian, after all, and the only reason I knew him was through my daughter who lives there. Joe had...

Column: Getting out of bed in the cold

The bedroom was chilly the other morning after the temperature outside had plummeted into the single digits the night before. I seriously considered diving back under the covers and hibernating until spring. While shivering...

Opinion: Revisiting a dark day

I can’t get through the month of November without revisiting John F. Kennedy’s assassination and the days that followed. It was 1963 and I was a junior naval officer in Washington, D.C. Our commander-in-chief...

Opinion: Recalling some great pranks

Someone brought up the subject of pranks. There had been some doozies pulled over the years, we agreed. Like the Australian millionaire who announced in 1978 that he was going to tow an iceberg...

Opinion: My long-lost Mercury dime

Commentary by Ward Degler I just found a 1941 Mercury head dime. No big deal, really, since old coins often show up in change. Except this one recalled a special memory for me. The...

Opinion: The DC-3 scores another victory   

I just found out that the fabled Douglas DC-3 has added yet another chapter to its seemingly endless history. And this is an airplane that was considered obsolete at the beginning of World War...

Opinon: DST: Here we go again

So, now I’m getting up an hour earlier. Well, not really. I’m still getting up at the same time I always have. But the clocks have changed. Daylight Savings Time strikes again. The only...

Column: Enjoying our mini vacations

My wife Jeanne and I have been talking about taking a vacation for more than a year now. Somehow, however, it has never gotten past the talking phase. Many reasons, I guess. Mostly, “lacka.”...