By DANNY MINTON Anne Frank, as most know, was a Jewish teenager who hid with her family in a secret attic to escape the Nazis during World War II. For over two years, she writes about things that you would expect any teenager to write. In her diary, Anne also writes about the time hiding, in a small cramped area,

By DANNY MINTON It was the week before Christmas 1965 that a Dallas Morning News article came out with me receiving the game ball for our team’s AA state football championship. I was lying in my hospital bed with a broken vertebra in my neck the week before and didn’t get to play in the final game. The game was

By DANNY MINTON If you had to choose one college football bowl game as the greatest one ever, which one would you choose? Maybe it would be the 1963 Rose Bowl when Wisconsin almost made a great comeback to beat USC, scoring 23 points in the last 12 minutes to close in on a 30 point deficit. Then there was

By DANNY MINTON I would like to share what is wrong with the music our young people play today. The answer is as simple as, you know, “the nose on your face.” It is so plain that it will make perfect common sense once I explain it below. The main issue with music today is that it is too loud,

By DANNY MINTON When I was five years old, our garage almost caught on fire because of a burning mattress. Someone was playing with matches, throwing them behind the old mattress when it suddenly caught on fire. My brother, who was three years old, and I were sat down and interrogated by my dad. “Who started the fire?” “Gary did,”

By DANNY MINTON It was the middle of September 1973, and I had just left the principal’s office and a discussion on a class problem when the school receptionist told me I had a call waiting. When I picked up the phone, it was Kathy, and she was obviously upset and in tears. I informed the principal that I had

By DANNY MINTON Jake Deshazer walked through the door of the community center in Nagoya, Japan, in the spring of 1950. As he passed through the entrance, a young Japanese woman wearing a yellow kimono greeted him. Amayo bowed before Jake with a warm welcome and a smile. He was met by 50 or 60 more people who then wanted

By DANNY MINTON I remember a story from my childhood about a magic ice cream bowl. Some of the facts are vague, but the moral of the story has remained with me over the years. There was this young boy and his mother, who had helped a person with magical powers. They were poor and could barely take care of