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Threads of Life

I used to daydream a lot. I guess that is what it was called. I would go through phases by thinking, planning or daydreaming about things I was going to do with my life. But I never did daydream about the way things are now. I never envisioned the iPhones or iPads.

Imperiled America

Dear Editor: America has reached a dangerous point in its history. The danger from within is as bad, or worse, as the danger from without. We neglected to teach our children America’s History and the History of our LORD, the creator of Heaven and our beloved Earth.

One Pharmacist’s View

Weve - ing The Donald Trump Show real close. When and if he is going to be shown the door? Will he really be impeached? Will he be reelected? But enough of that. We have more important fish to fry. The annual Red River Showdown was played Saturday.

One Pharmacist’s View

This is the question: “Will Trump win a second term in 2020?” If he does will it mean we like his Presidential TV Twitter Show? Is it as good as his old show, “You’re Fired.” Will we, his audience want an extension?

Threads of Life...

So much of my column is of things that have happened in my past and today I got to thinking that I some of the things I write about is unreal to a lot of you because you did not live in the ‘30s, ‘40s, ‘50s, etc. as I did and you would not have a clue as to what I am writing about.

Around Town

Here’s a little factoid for automotive buffs or just to dazzle your friends about one of the creature comforts that we take for granted, unless it doesn’t work. The four Goldberg brothers, Lowell, Norman, Hiram, and Max, invented and developed the first automobile air-conditioner.

A 30th Letter to America

Dear Editor: The Mayflower pilgrims in Heaven, would be astonished at American’s present-day attitude towards God, the Word of God, and His precious Son Jesus. Their strong beliefs in God and Christianity were expressed in the Mayflower Compact.

One Pharmacist’s View

My daughter Lesli, wife Pat and myself headed our car south Sunday morning toward Dallas. We drove out of the ancient two-lanes of Oklahoma onto the prosperous superhighways of North Texas. We were headed to Bedford to help my best friend, Virgil Guy, celebrate his 90th birthday.
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