The last several weeks, stores across the nation have been hazardous to chocoholics and persons attempting to whittle off those last few pounds before summer. The â€śseasonalâ€ť and â€ścandyâ€ť aisles have been brimming with Easter specialties in the shapes of eggs, rabbits and chickens. As with many of our traditions, the use of such to celebrate Easter is shrouded in myth, legend and time.
It is a sure sign that the economic downturn has settled in Texas when my phone begins to ring with complaints about collection agencies and strong arm tactics. These agencies are often the last resort before a debt is written off; as a result, courtesy and compassion are not their hallmarks.
Everyone knew everyone! This was 1973, Sunday after church in Sweetwater, Texas at the new Dairy Queen. A small town and friendly...this was America at its best until "they" arrived.
We were there in our Sunday best with the kids, all fresh and refreshed from our Sunday school and church activities. We knew almost everyone in the building and enjoyed the waving and interactions with them. A beautiful day until "they" arrived.
I recently wore a Nike â€śJust Do Itâ€ť T-shirt. When my seven-year-old daughter took time to read what the shirt said, she asked, â€śJust do what?â€ť
â€śGood question,â€ť I responded.
It was a good question on many levels because we shouldnâ€™t be â€śjust doingâ€ť anything and everything. What weâ€™re â€śjust doingâ€ť should have at least some purpose. However, the words â€śjust do itâ€ť have a special meaning for me now.
Boy, we sure have the left and their progressive federal kingdom on the ropes now. They are still reeling from the stunning defeat we handed them over making Catholic institutions pay for their employeeâ€™s contraception. In fact, the liberals got the message so clearly that they are now licking their wounds and only instituting a few minor changes in our society here and there.
As the weather warms up, and the hours of daylight increase, a new specie of wild life starts to appear in the rural areas of the county. Going about on two legs, except when being carried in by a vehicle with tires and a motor, these beings are amazing to watch. Secure that no one will ever find them (in the same part of a pasture that their parents and grandparents frequented), they consume alcoholic beverages, smoke, scuffle, and engage in the other tom foolery that has been known to identify young people in the spring since time immemorial.
I notice the main stream media has been reporting the fact that The Barack didn't get to force the Catholic Church to directly pay for birth control as a "win" for the right, or conservatism. In fact, most of the people on the right are also calling that small victory a win.
What are your thoughts on the remains found in Big Spring?
Who do we believe, Ralph Nader's "Unsafe at Any Speed" or Dean Martin's song "Sweet Memories"? Nader was writing about the Corvair and Martin's song could have been. We never understood Nader's vendetta against Chevrolet's rear engined, air cooled Corvair, but we could easily apply the "Sweet Memories" song to a particular Corvair. Elva's first love!