I think I found a new hobby and it’s probably a good thing Gilley’s Texas Cafe at Branson, Mo., isn’t any closer because I’d probably join the club.
Luke and I nearly felt like regulars at the cafe owned by country singer Mickey Gilley during a recent three-day stay. Our waitress even seemed surprised to see us at about the same time every night. To be honest, I was little surprised myself that I wanted to eat there all three nights considering the featured entertainment was karaoke.
I pick up the phone to call her but am quickly reminded she’s not home. There’s this big thing that has happened and I have to tell her about it. I have to seek her advice on what to do and hear her words that always comforted me. I want to know what she thinks about it and what she would do. She is my best friend and is always there for me.
My wife, Donna, says I have a real ability to see the humor in almost anything.
I think that is because I have learned that I much prefer laughing to crying. If I couldn’t laugh at life, I’m afraid I would become very pessimistic, something I don’t want to be. However, even with my desire to look at life optimistically, there still are times when even the most optimistic person will struggle to view something in a positive light.
The latest attack on the “godless public schools” — a staple of Republican primaries past — is a new ad in Iowa by Texas Gov. Rick Perry’s campaign proclaiming there’s “something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military, but our kids can’t openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school.”
Advocating for “school prayer” is, of course, is a poll-tested winner for politicians seeking to stir voter outrage — and establish Christian conservative bona fides.
Boy, do we need to get back to the basics in America — even with our toys.
Consider: In the basement of any kid’s home you’ll find once-trendy, dust-collecting gadgets that are no longer played with.
So I was delighted to stumble across a Wired magazine article by Jonathan Liu that ranked “The 5 Best Toys of All Time.”
First up: the stick, a simple branch or hunk of wood you can find in your own backyard.
Though doing so is no longer acceptable today, when I was a kid I made several slingshots out of sticks that could fire a small rock a long way.
To listen to the “elite” media you’d think that a renowned statesman was regrettably planning to leave the political scene.
As Jason Mattera of Human Events has noted, “After his announcement that he won’t seek re-election, the Washington Post heralded the disheveled congressman Barney Frank as leaving a ‘legacy that crosses from legislative cornerstones to political confrontations to a historic place as the nation’s most prominent gay lawmaker.’”
Geologists and others, well, to coin a word let’s call them Earth-ologists, used to say — and many if not most still do — that humans came along very late in the formation of the Earth. For instance, in my college geology class, the professor told us that if the formation of the Earth was made into a 24-hour movie, humans would be in only the last three minutes of the show.
Well, I beg to differ. And so does my Bible (King James Version). And so does the evidence.
SIDNEY — It was all free.
Those waiting for the doors to open at First Baptist Church of Sidney on Saturday morning would soon find new toys, clothing and household items along with boxes of groceries to be given away for the second annual Care to Share program.
Holly Ayers, who is one of the organizers, explained how three churches had teamed up for the Care to Share event. In addition to First Baptist Church of Sidney, members of the First Baptist Church of Evening Shade and Grace Country Church were also involved.
Many reasons exist why a person should love and embrace the Christmas season. I hear of those who attack the Christmas season and I take no notice to them at all. The thing that keeps buffoons energized his attention paid to them. If they were really serious about their so-called beliefs, they would leave the country during the Christmas season and go somewhere where it is not celebrated.
My recommendation is the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
Ignoring the holiday buffoons, I snuggle down and enjoy the Christmas festivities. So much about the season to savor and enjoy.
My first job was cleaning the group home I lived in. True story. I participated in the Summer Youth Employment Program part of the Job Training Partnership Act passed during Reagan’s first term.
It was a War on Poverty federal program considered to be an economic stimulus and a way to keep teenagers off the streets. I was in foster care and had just barely turned 14; I went to a few seminars on job skills and was given a job “super cleaning” for minimum wage ($4.25). I pulled in about $75 a week … before taxes.
I learned two things at that job:
When I graduated from Oberlin College in 1970, I remember holding my diploma and telling my parents that this is what $16,000 paid for, approximately $4,000 each year for four years of tuition, room and board, books, fees and personal expenses. When I attended Harvard Law School from 1972 to 1975, tuition was about $2,500 per year. When I started teaching at Temple University in 1977 costs there were about the same or less.