Jack Pearadin and Doug Nelsen found a 1.73-carat diamond after nearly a year of searching the park's field.
Your recent article about Yarnell's Ice Cream Co. catapulted me back to my childhood when Mr. Albert Yarnell would take me on personal tours of his ice-cream producing paradise. Wide-eyed and with a sense of amazement, I listened intently as my guide explained how the people and the mechanization and the cold all churned in concert. I always looked forward to the end of the discussions because they invariably led to Mr. Yarnell allowing me to pick the confection of my choice.
Yarnell's Ice Cream is good because it is well made. The brand is successful because of the people whose name adorns the packages. I wish everyone could know the Yarnells as I have. Compassionate, gracious, generous, tireless and devoted are but a few words that aptly describe Albert, Doris, and their family. I admire them and look up to them.
One summer I wrote a letter to Mr. Yarnell and asked if I could have a job. If he offered, I asked that he consider paying me in ice cream. Mr. Yarnell, if you're reading this, I can start in two weeks.
North Little Rock
Change the channel
I didn't see “Best Coffeehouse” as a category in your recent “Best of …” issue. I would like to give a mention here to the San Francisco Bread Co. in Conway's new Commons shopping center. I went in this past Sunday because I needed a quick online cost comparison, and San Francisco Bread Co. advertises terminals with free Internet access. After purchasing a cup o' joe to justify my surfing, I found that the Internet service was down. With no reasonable newspapers to read (the DoG was strewn copiously about), I resigned myself to watching a bit of television in the cafe's cozy “living room” area. When I asked the barista how to change the channel from Fox News, she informed me (did I detect an apologetic tone?) that this would be impossible — the manager has stipulated that the bistro's television will STAY on Fox News, now and forever!
Wow, ya really gotta hand it to a business owner who would, in this competitive Flat Earth environment, dare to throw profits into the wind for the sake of principle! (I suppose sarcasm is a good answer to the irony of finding conservative dictums in a place with San Francisco as a namesake.) From now on, you'll find me enjoying MY java at Something Brewing!
What needs “shrinking until it can be drowned in a bathtub” is not the federal government but the Republican Party.
Chris Lane Gray
With the recent investigation of the Republican senator from Alaska it should finally open our eyes to the fact that absolute power corrupts absolutely. It's interesting that this Republican is the longest-standing member of his party in Washington, having been there since 1968. He has earned the grand prize award from the porkbusters.org site for spending the most of your money. The other dignitary of pork receiving the “King of Pork” award from Citizens Against Government Waste is Democratic Sen. Robert Byrd, who happens to have been in D.C. since 1959, making him the longest-sitting Democratic senator. So you see it's not what party you belong to it is how long you have been there. Used to be that you had to die to have structures named after you, but if you're around long enough they will put up something anyway in your name. Just visit either of these states and see.
“All politics is local” and “Always vote your pocketbook” is the simple reason for our problems of excess spending. Like a drug user, we're addicted — to government handouts.
You can see why the president has a two-term limitation. Original fears were that we would get a king or dictator. It's time to speak up and tell your representatives we understand human nature and want “term limits” on their jobs for the good of the next generations.
Without them, you'll continue to get the same hit in your pocketbook.
We live in the Quapaw Quarter and we like living there. We do have issues to deal with from time to time. A house was put up for sale on our street and when the owner moved out, I mowed the yard. My choice.
We had a drug dealer move into a rental down the street. We worked with the city police and the owner and they were out in about 60 days.
We have two other rentals on our block, and one morning I called 911 three times for a domestic disturbance that carried over to the street. Mother's Day they had a cookout and invited friends. The street was lined with cars. No one could drive down the street because they had the basketball goal set up on the street and an amateur boxing match all afternoon and evening in the street. That was OK but they started playing music (there were lots of cuss words in the songs) at noon and continued until late in the evening. I called the police at least three times in three hours and they never came.
The night of July 4 about 11:30 p.m. at the same rental units, 15 to 20 teen-agers and young children (3 and 4 years old) came into the street. They were popping firecrackers, setting off bottle rockets and whirlybirds (one caught fire on the hood of my truck) and shooting Roman candles at each other. They quieted down about 1:45 a.m. when they ran out of fireworks. None of the fireworks debris was picked up by the abusers. I picked it all up before work. I called the 311 number set up by the city twice and no officer was able to make an appearance.
No other neighbors want to get involved and the officers are short-handed. No one wants to take responsibility. We need the city, the parents, the police and the neighborhood to step up. United we stand and divided we fall.