Business Math Text for Sale

I have a Business Math Textbook for sale. The ISBN # is 0-697-79225-0. The author is McGraw Hill and is the new 10th edition. The book is in good condition with minor scuffs. I am asking for $75.00. Anyone wanting to buy this book can contact me at 501-463-1278 or email me at jenniferrhodes17@gmail.com.

December Sunset

 

Here are pictures of a beautiful December sunset in Hot Springs, submitted by Susan Joslin.

Nannette’s Creative Writing Class: The Gold Watch

Our first submission to “Nannette’s Creative Writing Class” comes from Martha France Cannon.
She is a retiree who lives in Hot Springs and takes creative writing classes at NPCC. She writes about the adventures of Maggie, a young girl growing up in the Ozark Mountains. Martha is currently working on a story collection.

THE GOLD WATCH
BY
MARTHA FRANCE CANNON

My grandpas’ gold watch is missing and I’m the one who lost it. I had begged Grandpa to let me wear it all morning. Finally, with his big old hands, he attaches the watch and chain to my blue-jean overalls pocket. A big smile on my freckled face shows that I am glad I am my grandpas’ favorite girl.

Riding my bike most of the day and flying high on my tree swing with the watch hanging for all my friends to see is making me feel very important. I look down proudly at my treasure. Panic and sickness hit me at the same time. The watch and chain is gone.

Running back toward my grandpas’ shop with my head down looking at the ground with every step I take. I have to find the watch. Suddenly I see a glimmer ahead of me. Laying in a tall patch of overgrown grass is the gold chain. I make a running slide on my knees and land with my hands on the chain. No gold watch with it. Shoving the chain in my deepest pocket I try to think of where I have played all morning. First I high-tail it to the chicken coops. No eggs and no watch. My next stop is the hay loft. My Baby Ruth wrappers are still here, but no watch. It has to be in my tree house. Climbing up the wooden ladder I just know I likely dropped it here. After looking in each corner and dumping all my tin coffee cans that hold my valuables, I find no watch. Sitting down on the floor, I just cry.

Grandpa trusted me and I have let him down. He will never give me important things to do for him anymore. Why did I want that darn old watch anyway? I have a perfectly good Mickey Mouse wrist-watch, but that watch is a pure gold retirement watch, and Grandpa surely does love it.
Darn it. I have to tell him.

Standing up I look down at another of my most prized possessions, my red and white high-top tennis shoes. The laces are hanging loose as usual. I begin to tie my right shoe lace and a Holy Bible miracle happens. In the rolled-up cuff of my overalls is Grandpas’ fine-looking gold watch. I close my eyes and Thank Jesus and the Levi Jean Company.