One Pharmacist's View

We just observed Memorial Day — a time we honor all veterans who served our nation. In many cases these men and women paid with their lives to preserve something we Americans have always held dear. Freedom.

It’s been decades since I’ve given this old customer of mine from long ago much thought. After all, he’s been dead 40 years. But I remember him well. One day he called in his prescription refill and I asked him if he would be in to pick it up. He said, “I would like you to bring it to me.

I was watching TV last week and saw that the Oklahoma Turnpike Authority had decided to sort of back off doing much of anything for the time being. This was obviously a result of the “hornets’ nest” the authority stirred up with their proposed expansion of the Kickapoo.

I should have written American history. You know, the kind that tells how things were a long time ago, in America. Not much was recorded then and that is the beauty of it. I could say anything I want to. Who’s to know?

I like to watch old movies. Pat and I watched the 1978 production of “Grease” this past week. Paramount spent $6 million on this movie and made all their money back on the first weekend it was released.

Old timers visiting Allen often ask me “what has happened to downtown Allen?” They are referring of course to our missing stores downtown. They are gone and I don’t think they’ll be back.

When it comes to Christmas time, I think we all windup thinking of “Christmas Pasts.” But as those of you who know me can testify, my “Christmas Pasts” have given me a lot of fodder for stories of “When things go wrong.” Of course, I have many such stories.

 I mentioned last week how it is with family on the holidays and so it was this past week as I celebrated Thanksgiving in Branson. Had all 4 of my kids with me. Just like any Oklahoman would do.

I asked my dad one day, “Does Grandpa Bullard know how to drive?” He answered, “Oh I guess he could drive a little if he had to, but he has always been very careful with his money and if he had a car, he wouldn’t want to buy gas for it.” That was beyond my comprehension.

Peddling my bike on Stonewall streets that sunny morning was rewarding in itself but I was thinking it would be better if I had someone to ride along with me.