There was this wedding over the weekend that I had to attend. This was the second of two young women. I consider them the daughters I never had. Man, did I work hard to get them grown and married.
I’m going to try being a little more adventurous.
I remember when I was small, and my classmates and I would come back to school after an extended holiday, our teachers would have us write an essay on “What I Did on Summer Vacation” or “What I Did on Christmas Vacation.”
So, it’s June, and Forrest City’s budget is still operating on its 2015 figures. Because legally they had to adopt something even though they couldn’t agree on anything.
Sorry, folks. Time for a serious column. Thought I’d give you a warning.
All this talk about bringing solar power to Forrest City reminds me of the solar power I’ve been exposed to, particularly in the days of my youth, back before there were warnings about such things.
I thought that getting back into walking would be fairly easy. After all, I had been doing it for a couple of years, and had a decent stride – faster than some, slower than others, but mine all mine.
When the story in Tuesday’s Times-Herald stated that the debate over merging East Arkansas Community College and Crowley’s Ridge Technical Institute wasn’t new, it was right.
Here are a few of the things that seem to be getting my goat these days:
If it is true, as some wise folks have said, that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, I figure that along the way there are strewn numerous discarded umbrellas.