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Attitudes

One of the neatest things in the world is attitudes. They are as different as night and day and come and go about as often. I get a kick out of attitudes. If you want to have some fun, and I think most people do, get on facebook or social media and post something controversial, then just set ...

My Dad, My Hero

My father did not claim to be an accomplished writer, scholar, philosopher, or poet. He was simply Dad! We didn't know him very well, he left us at an early age and Mom took on the responsibility of both parents. Dad was a WW11 hero who risked his life for this country and his family. He was ...

Have Some Respect For Your Home

Spring, Summer and Fall tend to be the most beautiful times of the year. As we go out riding through the countryside or taking a stroll through our communities, nothin is more disturbing than litter, unkept properties and areas that have been negleted or abandoned. Each municipality has ...

Through The Lens: Pomp and Circumstance

The Coronavirus has changed many of the activities we once thought of as typical. I'll bet there is not one of you reading this column who has not said, "I wish things would return to normal." Or similar words that express a wanting to return to the way it was before our world changed.In all ...

What Comes Next?

George Floyd isn't the only one who can't breathe; racism, hatred and bigotry are suffocating this nation on all sides of the playing field. We continue to be plagued by rush to judgment assumptions with deadly consequences.I listen and watch as we condem all Democrats and go as far as saying ...

The Virus That Never Was!

Splitting time between West Virginia and Los Angeles in 1999 was not all fun and games. It required a huge amount of time and travel and stress. The forecast for the Y2K Bug Seemed Like a Joke. However, it had to be taken serious. As each day drew closer the panic increased. It was a different ...

The Legion of Forgotten Dead in Mist of Antiquity

Sometimes on one of those late spring days when Memorial Day comes, you can almost see them, marching, marching onward, the legion of forgotten dead. In the soft stillness and solitude of a country graveyard in the evening hush, occasionally you can hear the muffled beat if a drum as the ...