You know what jumbo shrimp are. A great oxymoron for sure. Jumbo shrimp are just that – big ol’ shrimp. Likewise, it seems to me that 7-Eleven® is known for Big Gulps, which started out as big and have found their way to the upgrade of jumbo. Jumbo anything is big, but jumbo gulps means a heck of a lot of fluids. Jumbo Ozaki was a professional golfer from somewhere across the Pacific if memory serves me correctly. You guessed it – he was not known for his diminutive stature. Read more »
It is Friday morning, and I’m trying to get an early start on the weekend. Unfortunately, I’m sitting in the parking lot, waiting for someone, anyone, to stick a key in the door to open so that I can be first in line at CVS with the intent of buying a plunger. Bad start — the day could be a long one. Read more »
You know what resides “at the corner of happy and healthy”? Walgreens. In order to make their strategic plan align with their cutesy little tagline, they have bought just about every corner plat of land in America where there is a high density of population and/or a busy intersection. The higher the car count, the better. If you want to know where there are lots of people, look for a Walgreens. Read more »
If you want the “thing to do” in the world of motorcycles, you buy a Harley. If you want the “thing to do” in greeting cards, you check Hallmark first. And as an employee of a credit union, if you want the “thing to do,” then you work for St. Louis Community Credit Union.
Yes, we are proud to announce that St. Louis Community Credit Union has been voted a Top Workplace within our region. Congratulations to a great team! Read more »
In this world preoccupied with “who’s zooming who,” there remains room for sweet and innocent — lots of room. I (for one) need those tender moments to counterbalance a full schedule and the ever-changing dynamics of the daily grind. While “Mach VI with your hair on fire” is standard operating procedure on any given day, the sweetness of a tender moment touched by a quiet breath is a welcome reprieve to the otherwise raging windstorm. God just seems to know things like when to quiet the storm. I am thankful. The little boy who named me Poppy seems to have a sensitivity that far and away exceeds his age. We’re all the better off for it. Read more »