This horrifying article from a newspaper in Germany more accurately spells out the hunger problem in the United States than our own media is doing. When you look at the food thrown away or destroyed, it is shocking to realize that people here are going hungry. This is a national disgrace, and one that the government could easily remedy.

As I might have mentioned or screamed at the top of my lungs, I baked a carrot cake using Augur Well's famous carrot cake recipe. It is the first cake I have ever made from ingredients that weren't prepackaged in a box. I hate to bake cakes as everyone I have ever made (from the box mixes yet) either had to be glued together with a couple of cans of frosting or looked more like crumb cake.

I am so proud of my achievement that I want to share it with all of you. I have included photographs so you will see the challenge this was for me. The end result wasn't beautiful as I haven't figured out how to apply frosting very well and cake decorating is something I plan to skip permanently. It was presentable, however, and the cake was heavenly -- moist and truly delicious.

Thanks to Augur for sharing this awesome recipe that inspired a real geek to tackle something like this, and thanks to all you great cooks who write tips that I have been reading to learn a bit about cooking. I will repay you with the only recipe I own. It's for a Quiche Florentine, and it is one of the few things that I make that is good (or edible).

This is a holiday necessity -- a flow chart to help you pick which fast food place to eat. No matter how drunk or hung over you get, you can use this handy guide to select a satisfying, high fat content food fix. I offer this as a public service.

Today is a typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary in any way, but I am so frustrated I want to scream.

Nothing works any more. Nothing. I started the day fighting a bag of coffee beans. "Open here," it instructed. I tried, I really tried. No way to open it there or anywhere, got the scissors, cut the top and used my beans. Instead of being able to reseal them in the package, I had to reach for a baggie. Double crap for the landfill.

An hour later, I went to check my email. The server was down. No warning, no reason, just down. I called the ISP and was informed it was a regular maintenance shutdown. Why do this at 9 a.m.? Why not email me a few days before so I would know. The ISP emails me regularly about things to buy, so why not slip in a little note the server would be down for peak hours. Bottom line: "It isn't company policy." Explains a lot.

No internet, so I will install the memory in a client's computer. No big deal, except the company I ordered it from sent me the wrong sticks. I order this stuff off a web site, where I click on the item I want, then go to checkout, where I have to verify at least two more times that it is, indeed, my item of choice. Once they are assured I really want to buy the item, I have to enter payment information, at which time I am given a screen showing the item ordered, payment information, etc. That must be confirmed. Four times I have confirmed that this is the item I want to order. My intention is as clear as it is possible to make it. They ship the wrong part.

Take a deep breath, I tell myself. Very deep, and go to the web site and exchange the part. I try to do this, but duh, my ISP is doing maintenance at 9:30 a.m. on a weekday. There is only one thing left to do, have a Diet Coke. That always cheers my day. Going to the freezer for some ice, I struggle with an ice cube tray -- why don't they design one where the ice actually comes out without a titanic struggle? The ice maker is broken, but the landlord is going to get right on it -- six months ago.

Having wrestled a few ice cubes out of the tray, I put them in a glass and reach for the nectar of a Diet Coke. Pulling the tab, it breaks. It is the last one, it had to be today. No manual bottle opener magically appears, so I try using a knife. It breaks.

Okay, okay, I tell myself, it is just one of those days. You have the glass and the ice, put some water in there and call it good. No water. I call the apartment office -- maintenance has shut the water off for a few hours. No notice, nada, no water. For how long? "Until he gets it fixed." I am steaming mad by now and it is not even noon yet. I gather five quarters to walk across to the coke machine. I insert my quarters, push the button and nothing comes out. I push the coin return, and a single quarter returns, all by its lonesome. The other four are lost in a time warp. No coke.

Stomping across the courtyard, I slam the door to my apartment and consider my options. There is one thing around here that has never failed. I climb into my bed, cover my head and sleep until 3 p.m. The internet is back on and so is the water. I ordered a pizza and a six pack of diet coke. As a bonus for not killing anyone, I also ordered four of those flaky chocolate things. I'm $30.00 poorer, but I know the pizza will be edible, the diet coke has caps that screw off, the pizza man is an Adonis, and it is the one thing I can count on these days.

Scroll down this article until you see: Chapter One – The Last Frontier

The book notes begin there, then scroll up for chapter two, go to the previous page for more and more. If you don't want to read the whole book, Mudflats has generously made "cliff notes" for us. This book says more about Ms. Palin than you will ever need to know.

Charity Cookbook Needs Your Recipes

Got a good recipe you don't mind sharing, especially for a good cause? kjmatisz, of the Dining Divas & Guys is putting together a cookbook for charity. Post those recipes, and watch for further categories:

Appetizers

Stews and Soups

Don't hide your kitchen light under a barrel -- we need these recipes for the book. There are so many hungry people out there to feed, so come on -- post those recipes!

I think I am missing something on this Facebook thing. I have studiously avoided getting a Facebook page until recently, and then only because it was the only way to see photos of someone I hadn't seen in decades.

So I have a Facebook page, and a few people I know have hooked up to it. Okay, now what? One of my daughters and a few others have written stuff on my wall. I read the brief and almost cryptic comments. Now what do I do for fun?

Somebody has sent me diamonds or something. Since I have serious doubts about the ability of anyone I know to scatter diamonds about, I clicked to see what it is about. I still don't know, it was not interesting enough to make me try to figure it out.

My eldest daughter told me you could play games like Mafia Farm (or something). Being lactose intolerant, I see no benefit in extorting cows. This doesn't sound promising to me.

I must be missing something, because I have scanned the site several times looking for all the "fun" my friends tell me I am missing. Unless someone points me to the fun part, I am going to mark this site as useless.

In the tradition of "You Are There," Miles Standoffish offers this account of the first Thanksgiving celebrated at Plymouth.

Man, it had been one cold winter, half our people were gone the first winter. We are like, city dudes, who were dragooned by our parents to this boring place called Plymouth Rock. Us kids just called it "The Rock," and were dreaming of the day when we'd get off it. Merry Old England never looked so good. English pubs, Shakespeare was the big dude in theater, and there were traveling minstrels everywhere. Here on the rock, it was church, work and chores. Dullsville.

Not only was The Rock boring, but they made us wear these brown clothes every day. Day in, day out, brown. Not much to look forward to, except getting old enough to hop on the boat back home.

All summer, instead of hanging with our buds, we had to do farm work -- back breaking, boring farm work. Finally, it was all done and there was nothing to do but listen to endless sermons and the same old, same old stories the elders told. The biggest excitement around here was when the preacher fell asleep giving one of his own sermons.

The parents finally noticed that we were like totally bummed out. Being parents, it took them forever to notice. They told us their "big surprise" at the meeting that week. A party to celebrate all the food we had for winter. Yawn. I mean, there are only 50 of us left, and we all knew what was going to be said before it was said. Big whoop. Then one of the chicks noticed Squanto and said "Why don't we invite our indian friends?" All the kids thought this was a great idea, as the indians at least could play some mean drums. The chick who started this had a big crush on Squanto and some of the guys liked to eye those cute indian chicks.

At first, the parents were against the idea. They felt like they didn't want us socializing with the "savages," and they were a bad influence. Eventually, they caved in mainly because they were bored to death with listening to the same old stories, too. Squanto was told of the plan, but he didn't seem very enthusiastic. He said he would tell Chief Massasoit about the invite and get back to us -- kind of an indian RSVP.

A week later, we heard that the Chief wasn't thrilled with the idea of bringing his folks into the camp with a bunch of wild eyed, white savages and felt they would be a bad influence on the kids. The tribe debated and then decided free food and some laughs wouldn't hurt the kids for one day. Just to be sure that the food wasn't all crap, they brought lots of their good stuff to eat.

The party was a major blow out! For three days, it was nonstop eating, drinking and be merry. Games, races, contests and all those cool drum beats made it a blast. The parents were so dead after all that partying they stayed off our backs for weeks -- it was the greatest. For us kids, not only did we get a little peace around The Rock, we also got some drums from the indian dudes. Jammin' on The Rock sure beats hauling rocks out of fields. Me and a group of my buds are still planning to blow this place. We are going to start a drum band when we get back -- how cool is that?

On November 14, 1501, Catherine of Aragon married Prince Arthur, son of Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth, at St. Paul's Catheredral in London. Five months later Arthur was dead and a whole can of worms opened up. Was their marriage consummated? Historians have been debating this question for centuries.

WANTAGE, NJ—Acting on anonymous tips from within the Hispanic-American community, U.S. Customs and Border Protection officials on Wednesday deported Luis Miguel Salvador Aguila Dominguez, who for the last 48 years had been living illegally in the United States under the name Lou Dobbs.

I came back from the Pacific Theater in 1972 to the jeers and insults of my peers. I was not alone, the C-130 was full of military personnel, and we had to brave a gauntlet of protesters to get our luggage. I took a great deal of the ire simply because I was female.

The years go by and all has changed. Veteran's Day today is celebrated all over the country, with flag wagging and chants of "Thanks for your service." My service was not appreciated at the time I did it, so being told "thanks for your service," doesn't mean much to me.

I have been called a baby killer, asked how many I killed today, spit on (literally) and insulted every way a human can verbally insult another. I am one of the lucky ones, though. I was not assaulted other than the occasional wad of spit. I was not shot or blown up, and I was not killed.

Where was this support then? Didn't anyone believe the military was just a bunch of kids, most who were drafted, but just trying to serve their country? At the time, no one stood up to the jeering bunch and said, "Those people served us, and our country, they don't deserve this treatment." The only person who ever tried to make the jeering ones stop was one very old man, waiting for a plane in his American Legion cap. He stood up for me that day, so long ago, and escorted me to the luggage retrieval, with a look that dared anyone to say one word.

Today, I a member of the American Legion, although I have never told anyone what inspired my membership. Now you know. So many of us died in that war, so many have died since from wounds and a thing called Agent Orange. They are still dying, suffering every day. You want to help? Buy a few poppies next time you see one of us out with them. We'd really appreciate it.

First the rules:

1. Post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post

these rules.
4. tag your article as meta; 8 things and Uncheck ALL OF NEWSVINE.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to post it here...
http://8things.newsvine.com/

1. I was Miss Fire Ball 1969.
2. I was Marne Man of the Year in 1977.
3. My favorite color is red.
4. I built a quad-core for my birthday.
5. I read at least 3 books every week, usually biographies, history or sci fi.
6. My favorite drink is Diet-Cola, but the off-brands like Clover Valley.
7. I have been married 4 times, divorced 4 times, and do not plan to go for 5.
8. I am easily intimidated into making lists by my friends.

This is probably more information than anyone needs, but I do try to do my bit for Newsvine.

I have been terribly remiss for too long now for not posting this baby here on the Vine. But most especially for my dear friends here among the vines! I am deeply sorry I haven't done it sooner, and only hope the act redresses the wait!

There is a member, goldie-1192825, who has a strange problem on Newsvine. Her name and all the other things that are normally displayed on the top of a comment are not there. She has contacted Newsvine about this, but has gotten no answer. She is not a troll or a spammer, just someone with a strange situation. Is there anything anyone knows of that might help her?

Here is a link to her comment: http://dcstone01.newsvine.com/_news/2009/11/04/3460917-meatloaf-comfort-by-the-slice-?last=1257374156&threadId=716594&sp=0&pc=25&commentId=10479780#c10479729

Online friends rejection is painful to some, from the article:

"People tend to think that these relationships are trivial and not very deep, but this is what we're moving towards, having a lot of our communications play out over the Internet," Purdue University social psychologist Kip Williams said. "That's the way it's becoming; this is how we interpret our worth. People care how many [online] friends they have."

There has been a spate of articles lately condemning and praising various types of articles. Apparently, some Viners feel that the polls and human interest type articles are not as valuable to the Vine as the more serious articles. One writer has even suggested minimum word requirements, which is particularly odd as good journalism stresses being succinct.

Newsvine advertises itself as a social news site, and many of us have come here, in good faith, and have carved out that niche. Does that mean that our contributions are not as meaningful? Many of us enjoy the more light-hearted things and come to the site specifically to read them. After all, we can read hard news on many sites, including MSNBC. We come here to comment, exchange opinions, and yes, exchange ideas and life stories. This is a large site with a big diversity of people, and I believe there is room here for all of us.

One can learn a lot from other’s life stories and experiences. The stories can be uplifting and can help you learn from other’s mistakes. Most people are curious about other people and interested in their lives and history. These articles give us an opportunity to share our experiences, and should not be brushed off lightly. Human interest stories are more than filler, they are the life blood of any serious journalistic endeavor.

If Newsvine’s policy is such that our contributions are not deemed “worthy,” then it is only fair to let us know. It is time for Newsvine’s powers that be to take a stand and let us know what is expected. If our input is not “up to par,” please advise and I, for one, will certain desist immediately. Without official word, I can only assume it is a few dissidents agitating.

Virus hunters are raising the alarm for a large-scale spam attack that uses fake Facebook password-reset messages to trick PC users into downloading a dangerous piece of malware.

A few days ago, I was reading some debate on a London board about the benefits/disadvantages of those do-it-yourself check out lines. This morning, I fought one for 45 minutes. My three items totalled $65.39. I had a loaf of bread, a package of cheese and some margarine. Somehow, the total didn't seem right. The live (human) cashier came over, reviewed my situation, fixed it, shrugged and said, "It's a glitch in the machine." A glitch? That's a BIG glitch.

Then I put my card into to pay. New glitch, the machine wouldn't give it back. It took my payment, gave me a receipt, but no card. The human cashier comes again. Her immortal words, "Oh, that happens from time to time. Fill out this card and when we open the machine we will mail you your card back." DO WHAT????

Admittedly, most of the time, I only have minor annoyances with these things. They keep telling me to put my items in the bag, even though I have, etc. I can live with that, even if everyone in the store is watching me to see if I am the new Jesse James of the Grocery Store. This time, however, eating my debit card is going too far.

Technology is a great thing, and I am an enthusiastic supporter of it. Having said that, I want to add this caveat: all things are not ready for the great electronic leap. A machine that takes your card or money and has no way to correct the error is not worth using. I am positive that I do not want the grocery store to have my debit card until the end of the day, at which time "somebody" will come and retrieve it. Then "somebody" else will "process" the return to me. It's my card that contains access to my money, and by Jupiter, I WANT IT BACK NOW. I paid for my groceries NOW, I didn't ask to process payment.

Finally, there is the other human element. When these machines take over the cashier's jobs, who will save "Have a nice day. The bananas are on sale. Here's your receipt. Thank you for shopping at (our store). You forgot your bags!" I need this human interface to feel the shopping experience, and I need the cashier to remind me when I do forgot my purchases or leave my card on the counter. Machines can not and should not take the place of these people. They will tell you where to find stuff, and when the machine can't read a price, they find that.

In summation, customer service is in bad shape already. Stores have plans to replace all their cashiers with these electronic slaves. I am never using one again. Not just because it ate my card, but because these machines are just not ready for prime time.

There's a song playing in my head, it goes like this: "Another Saturday night, and I ain't got nobody, got some money..." Well, it is close to what I am doing. For the first time in months, I am not working tonight, and being a loose ends, I don't know what to do. I commented on a few threads, read a few more, but now I am sitting here wondering "where is everybody?"

Things are tough for many right now, but it seems that is when we need a light hearted moment or two. I'm just asking for a few off the wall comments to brighten up a Saturday night -- this should be a natural for almost all of you.

So take a break from all your fun Saturday night stuff, and slip a note to "only the lonely." Warning, serious comments or any expression of sympathy are not going to be appreciated. I'm looking for a few laughs, here, people!

This Norwegian writer seems to think that President Obama's Nobel Peace Prize selection will be difficult for the committee to defend in the coming months. He states exactly why he thinks this. Interesting take from someone outside the U.S.

The federal and most state governments have turned their back on us, people. Many of our friends and neighbors are facing the very real prospect of being homeless. Others are choosing between housing and food or medicine. This is a deplorable situation and totally needless.

I am not homeless, never have been and in no immediate danger of being homeless. Does that mean I shouldn't worry about it? Only if I were able to turn my back on my friends and neighbors. I can't do this. I refuse to do this. I may desperately need this help sooner than I think myself.

So what can be done? I have an idea. It germinated in my mind for several months and I haven't share it with any but a few interested people in the town I live in. I believe that the town could donate a few unused, city acres to the homeless for a camp While the camp idea is not practical for the colder climates, there are always city buildings that are not being used.

It would not cost the city anything. People who live there would have to bring their own tents, RV, car, whatever they have to live in. If they have nothing, perhaps the ones that do could share.

Those that still have some resources could get electric and water put in. Others than have homes could go to the utility companies and ask how much and help raise money. There are a bunch of charitable organizations around here wringing their collective hands and saying, "but what can we do?" Here's what they and we could do. Once the "camp" is established, donated food and other items could be brought there for distribution.

People who still have a bit of good feeling for others could band together and organize transportation to and from this area for those who do not have transportation. Civic organizations could start helping the community instead of planning more festivals.

This plan is 100% do-able. The city property belongs to the citizens of the city, therefore we have a right to say what it is used for. Cities and towns have councils, mayors and others who would like to be re-elected. Get a few like-minded people together and DEMAND this is done in your city. Get petitions going. Don't settle for delaying tactics, winter is coming up fast and some of these people won't be here in the spring if we don't do something.

All my life, I've been told you can't fight city hall. Attention: city hall, I am coming and it's going to be a battle royale if you refuse to listen to me. I have an appointment at city hall with the mayor tomorrow. I might be dismissed as a radical or a nut, but I will be back, again and again, as many times as it takes. Hopefully, with more and more people as the idea gets known.

Why should you do this? Look around yourself -- do you think there is that much security in your life? If there is, that's wonderful, you should do it because you have been blessed. If you are not so lucky, you should do it because you might need a refuge sooner than you think. Come on, people, the only way to get this country moving is for the people to get moving. Our politicians are asleep at the wheel and think problems can only be solved with wads of money.

This is a small (very small) tutorial to help some of us get started with the new beta features of Newsvine. This program is still in beta (not released to everyone),
but it will be soon and those who do have it can started helping put together a good tutorial for when everyone gets online.

This is the input of myself, rottlady and Simplistic Reality. Thanks to both of them for their assistance. I am hoping one of the CSS gurus sticks their head in here to help even further. I am an old programmer, but fairly new to css.

Go to your column, there is a new button on the right side, top that says "Start Editing Layout," click on that. When the next page loads, click on the "Custom Branding" tool. Note: if you don't see this button, you don't have the new features yet.

A third page loads. There are 2 boxes, the top one is Enter XHTML code here, and is probably blank, so go to the bottom one that says "Enter custom CSS here." Highlight all the text in there and copy it (Ctrl+C). Keep the page open Now, open notepad and paste it in. From here you can make your changes.

First you will want to change the blah colors it offers you. You have to know the codes for this, and who knows them off hand. Here's a link to find the code for the color(s) you want. http://html-color-codes.info/ Just write down the code it generates for each color you click on (it's in a box further down the screen).

Back to the notepad code you pasted. The first element is "/* MASTER ELEMENT... ADD ALL GLOBAL ELEMENTS HERE */
Change the background-color number (leave the # mark) to whatever color code you generated using the html color code link I gave you. This changes the background color for your entire page.

Next is the "/* DIV CONTAINING YOUR HEADER */ Element. The header is the thing on top of your page. On mine it says "Searching for the truth." Change the background color and the border color here. You will probably have to re-enter your header text. Do that after you finish everything else I am telling you.

/* HEADER TEXT */ You can change the font-size of your header here and the style (font-weight). I wanted mine to align to the left, so after the font-weight:bold; I pressed enter (at the end of the line and spaced to make it line up with the previous line -- see how things line up in "my final code section below) and added: "text-align:left;" You can make it align right the same way. If you want it centered, don't add anything.

/* TOOLBARS AT THE TOPS OF MODULES */ These are the words at the top of all the modules like articles, friends, etc. You have to add a line just just like we did to "text-align:left;" This time, add background-color:#(whatever color code you generated);

/* BACKGROUND COLORS OF PANELS */ Change the "background-color:#FFFFFF; to whatever color code you want again. This effects the color of the boxes where modules are displayed.

/* HEADLINES IN WIDE MODULES */ This time you change the value in color:#000000; You can also change the size of the font, the style and the height. This effects the headlines of your articles on your column page.

Now, save your code in notepad. I named mine newsvine css.txt so I would know what it was. You can name it anything that means something to you. Next, press Ctrl+A to highlight everything on your notepad document. Then press Ctrl+C to copy it. Switch back to Newsvine (which you should have left open). Highlight all the copy in the "Enter custom CSS here," and press delete. Now press Ctrl+V to paste in your new code. Click on the "Preview Changes" box to see what your code does to your page. If you like it, you can close the preview, return to the code edit page and "Save Changes." If you don't like it, return to your notepad document and fiddle with it until you get it the way you want. Even if you "Save Changes," you can go through all this and change it again and again.

My "final" code:

***********************************************
/* MASTER ELEMENT... ADD ALL GLOBAL ELEMENTS HERE */
.custom_shell {
background-color: #FFFEE8;
}

/* DIV CONTAINING YOUR HEADER */
div.p-sections_CustomHeader {
background-color:#FFFEE8;
border:1px solid ##FFFEE8;
margin:20px 20px 0;
padding:20px
}

/* HEADER TEXT */
div.p-sections_CustomHeader h1 {
font-family:Georgia,Times,"Times New Roman",serif;
font-size:24px;
font-weight:bold;
text-align:left;
}

/* TOOLBARS AT THE TOPS OF MODULES */
.vine-m div.toolbar {
background-repeat:no-repeat;
background-color:#B5430D;
font-size:10px;
font-weight:bold;
line-height:1.5em;
padding:6px;
}

/* TEXT INSIDE OF TOOLBARS */
.vine-m div.toolbar span.title {
margin-left:3px;
}

/* BACKGROUND COLORS OF PANELS */
.vine-m, .vine-g.vine-gt-860 .vine-c .vine-m.box, .vine-g.vine-gt-540x300 .vine-m.box, .vine-g.vine-gt-540x300 .vine-c.divnum1 .vine-m.box, .vine-g.vine-gt-300x540 .vine-m.box, .vine-g.vine-gt-300x540 .vine-c.divnum1 .vine-m.box {
background-color:#FFFEE8;
background-image:none;
}

/* BORDERS OF PANELS */
.vine-m.box {
border:1px solid #B5430D;
color:B5430D;
}

/* HEADLINES IN WIDE MODULES */
.vine-p.p-contentset_ContentList .headline h1 a:link, .vine-p.p-contentset_ContentList .headline h1 a:visited {
border-bottom:medium none;
color:#B5430D;
font-size:20px;
font-weight:normal;
line-height:24px;
}

/* DATELINES IN WIDE MODULES */
.vine-p.p-contentset_ContentList .dateline {
font-size:10px;
font-style:italic;
text-align:right;
}

***********************************************

Adding a banner

First you have to have a banner to use. You can create one in a graphics program using the size 900 x 150 pixels to go all the way across the page.

This code in the XHTML BOX:

<div style="width:inherit; height:inherit; float:right; ">
<img src="http:www.yoururl.jpg" alt="my page" float:center; />
</div>

Edit the css code as follows (this gets rid of the background box and its border:

/* DIV CONTAINING YOUR HEADER */
div.p-sections_CustomHeader {
background-color:#FFFEE8;
border:0px solid ##FFFEE8;
margin:0px 0px 0;
padding:0px

Yesterday, I had a birthday, marking 59 years I have been on this earth. In the overall scheme of things, that's not even a flicker in the eye of the world. I don't live in the overall scheme of things, though, I live in the here and now.

The here and now says that people between the ages of 55 and 65 are in their awkward years. We are too old to be considered young and too young to be considered old. We have none of the advantages of youth or age. Try getting a job if you are in that age group, well you can try. We have serious problems, but we get no sympathy. Most of us aren't disadvantaged in the traditional definition of the word, but the economy has made shambles of our finances. Our 401(k)s and retirement plans have been wiped out or severely reduced, nobody wants to hire someone with 30-40 years of experience. They assume that we'd want too much money. Social security rules are changing so much that none of us really know when we'll be able to collect.

Those of us who have seen our chosen line of work just disappear have tried to start over, getting training in a new field, but again, who wants to hire someone 63 with no experience?

We are used to taking care of ourselves and our families, but due to unforeseen circumstances, we are having trouble doing that. There are almost no government programs or aid for people of this age. Once we spend our savings, what is going to happen to us? We can't get into a retirement home (too young) or a youth program (too old). Where do we go? Many of us chose to have our children later in life as well. What happens to our kids? Do we just take them on the street with us?

Our morals and outlook is different from younger people. We believe it is our responsibility to take care of ourselves, and have done that for all our lives. Now we are in a bind through no fault of our own. Could anyone have predicted accurately which jobs/businesses would disappear 40 years later?

This situation needs to be addressed and very soon. Decent, hard-working people, yes, your mom and dad or grandparents are fighting this right now. What can be done and who should do it?

Her name may sound like a sneeze but she was one of the most successful and powerful rulers of Egypt. Although Hatshepsut (or Hatchepsut) was not the first woman to rule Egypt, she was the first to rule in the guise of a man. The ancestress of Tutankhamen has left as many questions as to her reign as there are answers. The regent for her step-son nephew Thutmose III, what was it that made her decide to seize power? Did she have an affair with Senenmut, her chief advisor? And lastly led to the almost total destruction of her name and image after her death?

"The United States Department of Agriculture and the Texas Department of Agriculture's publicity efforts last week about programs to help livestock producers was more about promoting politicians than providing effective drought-related assistance to ranchers."