Business Deal of the Day Winner #1 Friday, Jan 31st!

CONGRATULATIONS to Carrie of Sonora  winner of the Star 92.7 Business Deal of the Day! She picked up a great prize from Hart Rock Café by knowing that Josh Thomas Promises that Willard Scott was the Maytag Repair Man before he was on the Today Show! (He was Ronald McDonald!!)

The Star 92.7 Business Deal of the Day 3 times per Morning all week with Josh and Maryann!


Yogurt Recall

Here is the information on the Recall of Chobani Greek Yogurt that Steve Jackson talked about on the show this afternoon.

Chobani says it’s recalling some of its Greek yogurt cups that were affected by mold, a move prompted by reports of illnesses by some customers.The recall comes about a week after the company first started asking retailers to pull the products from shelves, saying some cups were “swelling and bloating.”
The affected products include a number of different size containers:
— Chobani 6 ounce cups
— Chobani 16 ounce tubs
— Chobani 32 ounce tubs
— Chobani 3.5 ounce cups
— Chobani Bite 3.5 ounce cups
— Chobani Flip 5.3 ounce containers
— Chobani Champions 3.5 ounce cups
— Chobani Champions 2.25 ounce tubes

Poem my Sonora Teen Maya Roe

This poem is from Maya Roe as seen on this Morning.

On the Rim

The thin paper felt light
insignificant in comparison to the leaden words it held
105,000 acres consumed.
Just a number
with as much significance as any other
yet the voice of my dark eyed friend over the phone,
telling me
that her family left their home today
is not a number.
The fire ran childlike through
the dry late summer grassed hills, the
trees defenseless against her fiercely,
joyously placed footfalls.
Her smoky hair trailing
behind her blanketing the
buildings of my school in sun orange haze
of confusion.
fooling us
with snow flake ash blowing in our eyes
between classes.

The estimated cost of her wrath,
dizzying, tripling daily,
holds nothing against the places she has taken.
Rivers and lakes, in my memory still green and calm
God’s bath
Reed creek
I cannot mourn you or put a number to your loss so
I will measure it in starry nights, in lonely campfires, in shimmering trout
in quiet windless mornings.

I do not know why this child is running through my wilderness,
showing her power in our paper,
with a bloodstain red diagram,
over the places I love.
Bullet hole named
“Point of Origin”.

Another helicopter whirs in and over the treetops, and
I am amazed by nature’s power to remind us that we are only
as large as we make ourselves in our mind.
That we can only hope for the power
to be strong together in a time of disaster,
because we cannot hold this child,
she was lost long ago.
We can only hold our community,
root ourselves to each other, and
open our hearts
to those who left home today.
Who are more than a number.