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...parents who are leaving their kids shouldn't be demonized. "Father Flanagan said it: he learned there was no such thing as a bad boy. And I have come to believe there is no such thing as a bad family." There is a 12-year-old girl at Boys Town now who desperately wants to see her mother, he says, the same mother who broke the girl's arm and used to hold her down and burn her with cigarettes. "Why, I wonder? But if she can see something good there, surely there is good in all families...
Lawmakers sympathetic to the parents and guardians of older troubled children note that Omaha is, after all, home to the original Boys Town of Father Flanagan fame. In the city, there's a statue of one young boy carrying another on his back, with the words chiseled underneath, "He ain't heavy, Father, he's m' brother." During the Great Depression, parents would scrape together bus fare and hang a sign that read "Take Me to Boys Town" around their child's neck. Tysheema Brown, the Atlanta woman who drove 1,000 miles to Omaha to drop...
...Steven Boes, president of Boys Town, didn't bother to attend Monday's hearing because he thinks little can be done on the big issues of mental health. He says he'll be back in Lincoln in January "to strike while the iron is hot" when legislators are scheduled to debate privatizing behavioral health services for troubled adolescents. Meanwhile, Boes had good news for Tysheema Brown. The priest said he's working with Georgia alumni to get her housing and find her son a spot, hopefully in Omaha...
...arrived in town a few hours earlier than my boyfriend, so I ducked into a divey-looking bar in the heart of the French Quarter called the Copper Monkey (725 Conti Street; 504-527-0868) for a beer and an awesome burger. The toothless gentleman to my right regaled me with tales of the chef training he received in Angola (the state penitentiary, not the country). When I tried to buy him a drink, he waved me off, saying, "Women don't pay for beer down here," and sent one my way. I was really starting to like this town...
...then there was the food. It's near impossible to have a bad meal in New Orleans, and if you're in town to get your romance on, you will not go hungry. Oysters are a well-known aphrodisiac - their stimulative properties may or may not be legit, but we figured it never hurts to try - so we decided to eat as many as humanly possible. We started with a plate of clean, raw oysters at Dickie Brennan's Bourbon House (144 Bourbon Street; 504-522-0111). Then my man discovered that you could also get oysters with caviar...