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.
Things I have never done:
So, what, in my opinion – and it’s possible my opinion could be wrong but I don’t think so – will Arkansas gain from moving its primary from May to March next year? In four words – nothing, nada, zip, zero.
As some may already know, the Forrest City Little Theatre has begun rehearsals for the musical, “Oliver!” to be presented in July.
Summer approaches, and I, having been semi-retired for a while, have been studying some things. These are things I only noticed enough to complain about in times past, but I have been giving more thought to them lately.
Well, this seems to be one of those weeks in which absolutely nothing funny has happened or is happening, anywhere. Trouble is, I have to write something. So in the absence of anything funny, I turn to things I find alarming.
With Mother’s Day approaching, there’s an awful lot of sentimental, sometimes downright maudlin, stuff on the Internet and other places, concerning mothers and motherhood. That’s fine. Folks do get emotional when it comes to their mothers. No gripe here.
Once again, I am the villain. Odd how it works out that way.
I got a kick out of the story from The Netherlands, about a chimpanzee that destroyed a drone when its keepers sent one a-droning over the zoo exhibit where it lives.
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass