One Pharmacist's View

Sure, I know the Olympics brought some of you a lot of pleasure. The opening ceremonies were nice. I guess. The hosts (The city of Paris) were gifted with a two week non-stop exhibition subsidized by people like NBC and willing spectators who were looking for a good reason to go to Paris anyway.

August Sunlight This summer we have seen our usual hot sunshiny days of over 100F with the sun’s angles being sharp and anxious to inflict skin cancers. Just another proven fact we chose to ignore each summer.

Before I get into what this newish word “BRAT” means, let’s talk about Trump’s right ear. It got shot. Didn’t it? Well, pictures of the Donald which show that side of his head doesn’t really show it shot off, now that the bandage is off.

Just Another Case Of “There You Are”My late cousin, Walker D. ( Corky) Ray, often used this phrase when some sort of impossible situation arose. A situation that seemed to have no logical answers. Such a situation seems to face we Americans today. It’s called the Biden-Trump dilemma.

Some of you may know that I went traveling this past weekend — up to St Louis ’s Missouri. It’s a long trip up I-44 and back, but I made it. Due to my old age, I took my personal doctor, Ron, and my private nurse, Pat, with me. It was a hard trip but worth it.

Oh Say, Can You See We all have seen it. Mobs of young people, some who are “actual” college and university students — wearing those “Yassar Arafat” head scarves, burning the flag of the United States and shouting “Death to Israel.” Where has all this Jewish race hatred come from? Who is Hama?

I was out mowing my front yard a few years back when my neighbor, the late David Jones, pulled his mower over to where I was. He did this sometimes when he wanted to talk. So, I pulled up and we began to chat about this and that.

A long time ago — well one week ago — the much heralded “North American Eclipse” came to Allen. Weather forecasters happily forecasted that we probably wouldn’t be able to see it anyway. Clouds they said. I watched all this with a sort of wishy-washy attitude.

The USS Johnnie Hutchins had reached the end of its road. It was an icecold morning with icy winds off the bay there in Bayonne, New Jersey.

St Patrick’s Day was never a big deal in Stonewall. In fact, if it hadn’t been for those old Warner Path-A Newsreels at the Main Theatre I might not have even known there was one.