Have a nice Christmas — but not too nice.
A mostly humorous, sometimes serious, reflection on life in Madera, California, by the publisher of The Madera Tribune.
Every once in awhile someone will come along advancing a theory that insects, can think. These same folks also may assert that the little bugs hold conversations, vote and save for retirement.
In our annual Madera Tribune Holiday Song Book, published earlier this week, was one of the songs that I used to think began, “Hark, Old Harold Angel Sings ...”.
The government health people this week told us for the 1,200th or so time that you could dump all your vitamin pills in the toilet without it making any difference to your health.
Being one of those people who occasionally goes to sleep watching television, I sometimes watch a series called “Why is the Universe?” Or, perhaps it is called “What is the Universe?” Or it may be “Where is
Some of us went to Fresno Saturday for the annual Vasa Lodge lutefisk feed, and I believe most of us made it home all right, although when I got up the next morning I had to go back to bed for awhile.
The news of the past couple of days leaves me relieved that I’ve never been offered a job as a North Korean big shot.