Well, I don’t miss them back

“We miss you.”

That was the large, printed message on the outside of the envelope we received in the mail this week. It was from a credit card company, which shall remain nameless. It was not the first such mailing we have received from this company. I doubt, alas, if it was the last.

You registered on WHAT?!?

Okay, I have endured this as long as I can. I realized I had to write about this Ashley Madison mess when I found myself rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically. At that point, I knew that if I didn’t write about it I’d probably hurt myself.

Too long at the fair?

Now is a time of year when I always get tense. It’s almost a month away, but there’s already news of the St. Francis County Fair.

No, and you can’t make me

Well, it’s getting to be about that time. I need to make my announcement. I hadn’t planned on making my announcement this time around, but events have overtaken me and I feel like I need to do it:

‘Oliver!’ and tomatoes

As many of you (I hope) know, the Forrest City Little Theatre will be presenting “Oliver!” this Saturday and Sunday at the EACC Fine Arts Center.

Guess I will mention it

I wasn’t going to comment on this, but, well, the Supreme Court has been busy lately, and I’ve been hearing a bunch of stuff, and, well…… Marriage is not dead.

Okay about that flag

In the interests of full disclosure: Back in the early 1960s, I was a Rebel among Rebels. That’s what our high school’s team name was. We were the Watkins Overton High School Rebels.