In conversation I was surprised to find how little inconvenience was caused by Wednesday afternoon closings for the local buying public. Not that much, to hear them tell it. Folks just did a little better job of planning. It was a way of life.
By now, everyone has heard the big news: Bristol Palin plans to marry her "baby daddy," Levi Johnston. Well, everyone who cares, anyway.
I will be the first to admit that she was a far cry from Haley Mills in the adored Disney classic, but Lindsay Lohan did steal a few hearts in the remake of "The Parent Trap" movie a few years ago.
Strangely, my personal time gives the illusion that it is expanding. Unfortunately, I am not using this gift in a constructive way.
It is amazing how people and places are so interconnected. Recently I was discussing Salvator Rosa, a father of the romantic and picturesque art movement, with a friend. A few days later the subject of early French exploration of the Tombigbee River Valley arose.
I think the last time I took a cute picture I was wishing for my two front teeth.
Every decade has its iconic images. When thinking of the 1920s, flappers come to mind. The '30s evoke long, gloomy lines snaking out of soup kitchens. Each period has a descriptive name, as well: "The Roaring Twenties" or "The Depression."
The square foot garden is coming along fine. I ate the five strawberries, 15 beans and one squash produced thus far; Sam said he'd stick with Cheerios. Something got to the lettuce before I did, but if zinnias and leafy cosmos were edible the Bardwells would have a cornucopia accented with one humongous sunflower.
Mrs. Crisler said it best when I complimented her on her bright red trench coat: "Honey, the older the barn, the brighter the paint!"
Cathy Pilkinton recently returned from a great week at Orange Beach. After hearing lots of reports about the condition of the beach from friends and on Facebook, Cathy and three of her friends decided to do what they could to support the local economy there.
The machines are rebelling. At work, my computer died a dramatic death. It crackled like a raging fire. Horrible noises broadcast down the hallway, terrifying my coworkers. Then, the screen went black. At home, I got no e-mail for about two months; then 5,000 came at one time.
"Start spr-eading the news. I'm leaving today. I'm gonna be a part of it, New York, New York!"
Summer is traditionally that time of easy living, lazy, crazy days and reunions. Some of us got cheated by life on the reunion feature. In my generation my family was so small that if we met for lunch, we'd had a reunion.
Many people still remember the small zoo that was in Propst Park but few recall the large private zoo that was once in Columbus.
After Katrina, they moved to Columbus to be near their only daughter. They had lost everything after 60 years of marriage, everything except each other.
If we had had a better-trained bomber a few months ago, we would have had a terrorist disaster in New York City when his car bomb exploded. That one didn't go off, but plenty do in many parts of the world. The international terrorist bombers now tend to be religious.
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