Three weeks ago, I told my wife Molly that I wasn't going to spend the weekend doing Honey-Do's especially around the yard. Honestly, I should say I requested this, since I was still suffering from the poison ivy rash my feet received from picking up sticks in the woods from the weekend before. Molly is very particular about our woods.
I had one Christmas tradition that always made my season. One year the kids were all gone, and Molly's mother talked us into going on a Christmas cruise. So we booked one from San Diego to Puerto Vallarta with stops at other famous Mexican resort destinations along the way. I could say this cruise was really the cruise from the deepest parts of hell, but believe me that would not even ...
I have always loved Christmas and its traditions; even as I have grown older, I find that really deep in my heart I still believe in Santa Claus and the spirit of the whole season, and I just can't wait until I see the "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer" re-runs at this time of year with the grandchildren.
I am still not quite sure whether it is the results of the open heart surgery I had 13 years ago or the fact I have gotten older, but it seems that I can well up with uncontrolled tears because of the strangest things.
The other day as I was walking through one of our local big box stores, a group of teenagers walked by. The girls had their butts hanging out of their pants and the boys had their pants hanging half way down their legs. They were talking loudly and spouting language that used to get your mouth washed out with soap.
Tomorrow is Mothers Day, and just like most of you, Molly and I have dispatched off flowers and candy to my mother to tell her we were thinking about her and to show our love. My Mom is 85 this year and in the first stages of dementia. It's easy to send presents and cards, in a way it's very impersonal. By doing so you don't have to ever reveal your true feelings or emotions.
On March 17, in this country and in our community we celebrate St. Patrick's Day, a day celebrated throughout the land with parades and merriment and music.
We celebrated Veterans Day on Thursday. That day is always bittersweet for me.
Two weeks ago I had the honor of being asked to serve on the Barksdale Boys and Girls Club. I am proud to say that I have had the opportunity to serve on many Boys and Girls club boards around the country and I myself am a product of the Jelliff Boys Club of Washington DC.
The people who pay taxes in this county and all of us who have children or grandchildren have every right to be concerned with what is happening to our school systems.
I have always been proud to be a Baby Boomer. Being born in the fall of 1946; I was actually in the first wave of that group. During the 63 years of my life, I have been privileged to see and participate in a great deal of our country's important history.
This past weekend, my good friends Mike and Sherry Scott and my wife Molly and I took a little trip into history.
Life and sometimes its pitfalls never ceases to amaze me, I have been in the newspaper business for over 40 years, and you would think I would know everything there is to know about this business, I humbly can state to you that I do not. I thought I had everything planned out to a "T" for our first edition.
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