When I was growing up, summer meant a pilgrimage to Moran for an extended visit with my maternal grandparents. Most of the year, we lived in a suburb of Cincinnati, with the conveniences of urban living â including garbage pickup. While Moran called itself a city (and still does, I believe) at least at that time, there was no provision for garbage disposal. My grandparents had a large concrete structure in the back yard, which resembled nothing as much as an immense beehive.
Different groups, from scouts to schools to fire departments and clubs have raised money through raffles and drawings for years. Periodically, someone becomes involved in whatever group governs them who questions whether or not these drawings are legal. Invariably, that results in a call to either the County or District attorney - - and the answer received is not always appreciated!
As I was growing up in the â60s, I was very happy when I got my first job at the Sweetwater Reporter as a route carrier. My mom was raising us kids and the money didnât get around very far, but with me having a job, I had planned to contribute to the family and hopefully make life better for all.
Something that happened recently, which I thought was pretty notable, was The Barackâs limousine, nicknamed âThe Beastâ (which I find very appropriate), breaking down in Israel. Truthfully, other than when this same car, or maybe one of its look alike copies was stuck on a sharply angled drive sometime back, I hadnât given the Presidential limo a lot of thought.
CNN on line recently ran an article concerning two World War II pilots. One had been returning to base in a badly torn B-17, his crew injured, dead and dying. The other was a German fighter pilot who saw the wounded aircraft and went after it. When he realized the condition of the crew, he took a protective stance and saw the Allied craft safe from German ground fire until close to safety â despite the fact that one more âkillâ would have made him an ace.
There is an old saying, "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it." I escaped from the madness and turmoil of the oil boom in Midland and moved to Sweetwater on Nov. 8, 2012. I wanted a place to live where the pace of life was slow and easy. My father and grandfather are buried in the Sweetwater Cemetery and that is where I will be buried when the Lord calls me home. I found a nice community where people are friendly, etc.
I heard on a commercial that an auto maker was going to install a laptop computer in one of their cars. Now what kind of sense does that make when states are making it illegal to talk or text on your cell phone. I guess they think that operation a computer while driving will not distract you like operating a cell phone does. Now I have heard about the dumbest thing lately with this idea. Hey you cannot talk or text but it's ok to operate a computer.
Clif Worsham, Sweetwater
So, here we are, a couple of weeks or so into the "sequestration" and basically nothing has happened. I mean other than Obama and the left having used the cover of the sequester to take pot shots at a few groups they don't like (apparently air traffic controllers are unpopular with The Barack). Additionally it seems they have used the opportunity presented by the budget non-cuts to close up or stop some things they must have already wanted to do away with.