The Republican National Convention is in the books, and I have something to get off of my chest.
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.
We are told that we live in the age of information.
I’m going to try being a little more adventurous.
Unless you live under a rock, you now know that 37-year-old Alton Sterling was shot dead by Baton Rouge police Tuesday. As I put pen to paper, I know that by the time you read this, two camps will have emerged as a result of such a controversial event.
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.”
More than a century and a half ago, as our country stood on the verge of civil war, President Abraham Lincoln urged his fellow Americans to summon “the better angels of our nature.” He pled for civility, the cultural tenet of respect for those with whom they disagreed, before committing to the dissolution of the Union.
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.
For the record, I am a University of Arkansas alum. I love Fayetteville. I love the campus. And I love Razorback football. On game day, I was either inside of Donald W. Reynolds Razorback Stadium or just outside it tailgating.
Sorry, folks. Time for a serious column. Thought I’d give you a warning.