One Pharmacist's View

There were four of them that day, sisters named Lora, Cora, Dora and Ruth, and my dad went too. I loaded them all up in my motorhome and we headed East toward what had been home at one time for them. They did not know how to get down there any more but I did, so away we went to Kennedy, Oklahoma.

Fast Tracking on Sandy Bend UpdatedThey don’t make creeks like they used to. I speak of Buck Creek. To narrow the search for the creek I am speaking of I direct your attention to the county road between Stonewall and Owl Creek.

Getting OlderI spoke (wrote) to a pair of old timers this morning and it reminded me to write a smidgen for this week’s “One Pharmacist’s View.” Chesley (Tiny) Ray, Corky’s younger brother, was the first. Tiny is recovering from a heart procedure and is doing OK — so he says.

My Future? Where did you go?As an “old guy”, I sometimes live in the past. Just the other day I sat in my den watching TV. On TV was some kind of story about how much better it will be in the future. It reminded me of a “short subject” I saw one night inside the Main Theatre over at Stonewall.

Coco The OrphanI once read a story about a little French orphan girl named “Coco”. I didn’t think I had ever heard of “Coco” but it was her nickname. She was born back in 1883. And besides that, she was a girl who was raised by nuns.

It’s April again. I was still sort of waiting for April to get here and all of a sudden, I realize it came upon us so fast that its nearly gone already. April has always been sort of special to me. It means the dreaded winter, and unlikeable March has come and gone.

A Hazy Day in AllenOne day, a long time ago, I walked out on the street in Allen. It was a breezy day with a little dust and trash moving around the curbs. Not many cars parked downtown and there stood J.I. Jones, wearing his black “Curlee” suit, complete with his cigar and looking at the scene.

Sometimes We Forget I’ve been laid up sick a few days this new year and am making efforts to get all my ducks lined up so I can have some vertebrae surgically repaired and realigned so I can get back to normal. Whatever that is.I have a memory of a “long-ago time” concerning a nice lady named Dora.

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.

Happy New Year Yep, it’s that time again, when we all take a look at our past years and cast our eyes forward to the future — which we suppose might be an improvement over the past. It’s Sunday afternoon as I sit down to write this which I will simply think of as my “New Years Column.