Here's Joy to the World and More

Here she was with a sparkle in her eyes and it would be later on Labor Day Sunday that Joy Ullman was leaping in the air with delight after she had won in beanbag.

If you grew up in a certain generation, the new name for it, corn hole, had such a bad connotation that you would be embarrassed to say it in public.

She was sitting at a picnic table and smiling. At all of age eight, Joy was full of spunk.

She's a Roseau second grader and her teacher is Mrs. Czeh.

Joy is one for the ages - a kid who can talk brilliantly while we have politicians who stumble into one sentence and then erupt with biz...