Opinions

I’ll admit, I had no idea that throngs of people were gathering at the U.S. capitol grounds last week.

To the best of my knowledge, my parents have never seen a movie in a theater nor a stage play, although I might consider some of the drama produced by my uncle, an Assembly of God minister, high drama. If you could have experienced his time in the pulpit, you would probably agree.

Dear Editor:

Society demands that young people make some of the most important decisions of their lives at an age in which they are least prepared. It is what it is.

Over 90 years ago there lived a man with bulging forearm muscles, a squinty eye, and an affinity for spinach. He appeared to get angry every episode, similar to Bill Bixby playing the Incredible Hulk in the 1978 TV series.

Beer! It all started with beer. Specifically, Coors Banquet in cans. In the early 1960s, we opened them with a “church key,” a hand opener that punched a triangular hole on one side of the top edge, then the opposite edge for glug-free drinking or for pouring. Most youngsters took an instant dislike to the taste of beer, if not hating it outright. It was the bad-tasting “medicine” you took to get high. I loved both the smell and taste. In Oklahoma back then, beer was only 3.2% alcohol, and it took quite a few to become tipsy. I became an expert.

For those prone to seeking the negative or the critical point of view about the Bluebonnet City, or anything for that matter, there are popular social media groups on sites such as Facebook. People interact and share the good, the bad and the ugly.

Musings at the final passing of that blasted year of 2020… Methinks the pandemic has forever ruined the strategic purchase and placement of mistletoe. Hanging a sprig of it – stems, leaves and berries, is part of folklore that permits one to plant a smooch on a desiring or unsuspecting person.

After the boxes and wrapping paper from Christmas Past had been discarded or recycled, I assumed a horizontal position on my favorite sofa, pulled the blanket up to my chin and grabbed the clicker, listening to all the television banter about the year coming to a close.

Dear Editor: