One Pharmacist's View

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.

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.

Christmas Memories of 1955 At 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.

Considering December 7th So why do we still make something of a fuss about “Pearl Harbor Day, December 7, 1941?” It marks an important historical date for America. December 7th marks the first time any nation had dared attack us on our soil.

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.

To be or not to be. That was the question William Shakespeare posed once upon a time. That may well be the question that is put to the American people in this present hour. America and Americans are a “different” people in this world.