Opinions

Nothing communicates you are obsolete more than being compared to the 1959 Edsel. And yet that appears to be what’s happening to older adults.

Don’t believe something to be true when the person doing the talking is an “ex” or a former. That is a great lesson I learned years decades ago.

During my childhood, the lengthening days of spring which gave way to summer were thick with humidity and with opportunity. Lightning bugs affirmed the approach of June, July and August when the school doors would close, and the refrigerator doors would open wide with lemonade and Jell-O.

What is normally a time of celebration for high school seniors has become a strategic scramble by administrators to honor those who have earned their walk across the stage.

Get your popcorn ready, folks, because these next four months are going to be high stakes, serious drama. Much better than any athletic games, Netflix or summer movies. Just who will be tabbed as the running mate for Joe Biden as the next vice presidential candidate?

We’re at the stage where everyone is complaining about their hair.

Dear Mr. Editor,

Reliable as robins, cardinals and blue jays in the spring is the word of a trusted friend. Ennis has had just that for going on three years in Bob Honeycutt, the chief operating officer of ERMC. The likable CEO knew his stuff but never lorded over you with an air of medical superiority. Now he is gone.

For a Momma’s Boy now facing life without her. Every time April 18, her Cake Day, blesses the calendar and when Mother’s Day rolls around the second Sunday in May, the memories of her will fill my heart and mind.

Most of my earliest memories of my Mother are black-and-white snippets of her standing before the kitchen sink washing dishes and wearing a blue apron with navy and red flowers, which tied in a bow in the back.