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March 12, 2008: Bear Stearns' chief financial officer, Sam Molinaro, presses his fingers against the side of his face, worrying about what trouble the next day will bring.

"This was the worst day of his twenty-two-year career, without a doubt," author Kate Kelly says. "We're cooked, he thought. Not only will Bear have to be sold to J.P. Morgan or some other deep-pocketed bank, but we may not even be able to open the doors tomorrow.

'Guys, I don't know what our options are here,' Molinaro finally said. "I think we're about out of options.'"

    On Oct. 25, 1986, the New York Times ran side-by-side obituaries for the scientist who discovered vitamin C and the scientist who isolated vitamin K. One was 93 years old, and the other was 92.

Early in "The Last Campaign," author Thurston Clarke describes Life magazine reporter Sylvia Wright's reaction as she spots a wedding party watching the train carrying former presidential candidate Robert Kennedy's body.

There's often a disconnect between those that want  to capitalize on a town's true historical value and that which has been assigned to it through popular culture.  I think of Dodge City's identity crisis as the town where Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson walked our streets versus Marshall Matt Dillon and the mountain range only a few miles away.

Near the end of "The Frozen Thames," a family shelters two robins to protect them from the killing cold that gripped London in the winter of 1880. When the story opens, one of the family's children is watching a robin perched on her bedpost, and he cocks his head and looks back at her.

"Somewhere downstairs the other robin is singing," author Helen Humphreys writes. "All over London, the girl thinks, all over London this very same thing is happening. Each house is a dark lantern, and each one holds the lit flicker of bird within its ribs."

    It could not have been a more beautiful evening on the Kansas prairie. We attended the concert by Celtic guitarist, Jerry Barlow, at the 5.4.7 Arts Center in Greensburg Saturday evening.
    A standing-room-only crowd enjoyed every minute of Barlow's polished and entertaining performance.

Matt Bishop's pregnant wife, Marissa, surprises her husband one day with an unusual request: Find the antique cradle that my mother, Caroline, took when she abandoned me years ago.

Marissa doesn't want to know where Caroline is living or what she's doing — and she certainly doesn't want to see her mother again. But she's determined to have that cradle for her own child.

    When I was growing up, my allowance at the height of my card-collecting days was $10. But there were tight restrictions placed on the pittance, to ensure that my parents didn't end up subsidizing the corner store down the road. Five of my 10 went into savings, one went to the Everman United Methodist Church and four were mine to do with what I pleased.

In 1950s Washington, Walter Kotlar becomes a casualty of the era's witch hunts when an ambitious congressman accuses him of being a spy. Kotlar denies it, and the hearings drag on — until the congressman's star witness plunges to her death from a hotel window. Kotlar flees the country that night and never returns, leaving his family to pick up the pieces of their lives.

Twenty years later, Kotlar's wife and son have left the past behind and settled comfortably into their new lives. Then one day, Nick Kotlar learns that his father wants to come home.

Consistency!

It's long been the bane of the Daily Globe's Web site.

But, those days are over. Starting this week, dodgecity.com goes live at noon every day with that day's news stories, as well as constant updates as news breaks across southwest Kansas.

Want your news right away in a handy electronic form? Check out our e-scriptions at http://dodgecitydailyglobe.ks.newsmemory.com/.

Also, those who voiced their support of full obituatries online, those should be making a come back as well.