This newspaper was made in America. You’re probably reading this in America. I’m an American with my American blood running through my American veins. If you can’t tell, I’m excited about America. One of my favorite ways to display patriotism is
Several years ago, Country Stampede might have been my worst nightmare. I didn’t like country music at all growing up. Maybe it’s because it was so pervasive in rural Kansas. My area of the state didn’t have many of the latest tunes
When the Mercury staff started putting together a team for the city co-rec softball league, everyone was on board… except for me. I try to get to “Angry Alpacas” games as a spectator, but there was no way I was going out on that diamond.
I have something to admit. I need to come out and say that I like pop music, which is ironically not a popular thing to admit. For people like me, the admission is spoken with inflection full of shame. But I’m ashamed no more.
Oh, reset button You’re so small, yet so powerful You impacted my life as a young video gamer You erased problems the virtual world threw at me Glitches Freezes The game being an ignorant cheat Your presence comforts me I sometimes long for you
Let me tell you about one of my many heroes. No, I’m not going to name an X-Man or Star Wars character this time (that’s the next column, most likely). Still though, this hero is amazingly similar to Marvel’s Tony Stark, a.
It was great growing up as a teacher’s kid. Maybe you’ve heard people use the term ‘preacher’s kid’ or ‘PK’ to describe the child of a pastor, minister or other religious leader. And along with that label come certain expectations. I guess
I’ve spent the equivalent of college here in Manhattan. I came to the Manhattan Mercury as a wideeyed youth in August 2010. Now it’s May 2014, and I’m a hardened man who’s ready to graduate to the next stage of life much like
When I was a 10-year-old boy living in Wamego, my favorite place to go when we visited Manhattan was a real estate office in Aggieville. But I wasn’t looking for bargains on new homes. I wasn’t seeking my own apartment. Instead I was
Baseball and I didn’t have the best breakup. But Sunday afternoon, I’ll be forced to reunite with my long-time flame. That’s when The Mercury’s Angry Alpacas will take the field for our first exhibition game in Manhattan’s co-rec slow-pitch softball
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