Columns

“The apathy and inattention of the average citizen is beyond comprehension.” Abigail McCarthyFor most humans in modern America, we find ourselves shopping in our local grocery stores most every week. So it is with our family.

“The chief fault and default position that seems to lead to the decline in the number of husbands and wives.” A line taken from a song released decades ago, and recently re-released by Brookes & Dunn. Still so true today.The song is talking about Pride - the chief fault of us all.

There is a reason that the majority of Americans do not trust the mainstream media. One reason is that they are liars, and another is that they are anti-American. Consider the recent death of the Minnesota lady and how they left wing media reported it.

When I lived over in Centrahoma, a long time ago, farming was a lot different than what emerged from the 40s and 50s. In my time over there I was a grade school aged kid, and I usually confined “peanut farming” to what I could pick up, shake and fill my pockets for munching.

There are people who live to be offended. They’re called Progressives.

Christmas Memories of 1955At my old age of many Christmas memories, I heard a song on the radio the other day driving back from Oklahoma City. My carload of family was driving back to Allen after attending the funeral of my much-loved brother-inlaw, Fred Ellis, in Moore.

Where did these words come from? I don’t know when I first noticed that a lot of new words were being introduced into my vocabulary. Being an old guy who had practiced pharmacy for many years I first noticed that words that I was not familiar with were being bandied around on my computer.

I recently had a good visit with my friend Tim Schnoebelen of The Mooreland Leader. It is one of my favorite newspapers. Tim recently wrote the following and I really enjoyed it.

Dear Editor, During the month of January, we have the opportunity to recognize themenandwomen who share their time, vision and voice on our local school boards.

The gloomy wet views out of my breakfast room windows promised to go away before Pat and I get in our car and drive up for a sumptuous Thanksgiving meal up in North Tulsa hosted by our granddaughter Lindsey.