History

Well, turns out, there is a correct way to say it, and we have been doing it WRONG.

Now this is the part in the movie where the delicate flower of a lady flees, crying while running, pleading for a man to save her.

Only one place in Missouri could be the state's most historic food joint and there's not even a close second.

I promptly lost that somewhere in Greg Weller's yard over on 2nd Street in probably... 1988. Never to be seen again.

Well, looking back on my childhood, we had some rules that I'm sure were completely normal to us, but would be seen as a little strange to someone else. And some of them were probably normal, like: eat everything on your plate, chores done before 5:00 p.m., no boys in the house, simple stuff.

Maybe they got a good look at each other's man business and decided none of that needed to see the light of day.

What was life like 100 years ago in Missouri? You can peek into that distant past thanks to a time capsule that was recently unearthed from a Missouri memorial cornerstone.

No, I love it.  It's a little janky, it's not too secure, but it's ours. And it represents us, and that's what I like about it best, I think. 

But you've heard the jokes, apparently according to all of them, everyone hates fruitcake. So why is it still a thing? Are we all in denial....or is someone fibbing?!

"What, like a good action sequence don't belong at Christmas?"