Last Saturday the Madera High School class of 1973 gathered at the Elk’s Lodge to celebrate the 40th anniversary of our graduation.
Gravy by the Slice
Life as seen from the perspective of a longtime Maderan.
I lost someone important to me this week. For years he was my bartender. He poured my drinks and listened to my problems. He offered sage advice or sometimes just told me to quit whining and suck it up!
How did August get here already? We’ve had some super-hot days this summer and yet two days this week, I didn’t turn on the air-conditioning at all. That has never happened to me in July and August.
My mother had four brothers and only one sister, Clara. Mom always said her beautiful sister was born an adult and growing up it was as if she had two mothers.
Last Tuesday my calendar reminded me that on that day in 1981 folk singer Harry Chapin died. If you’re not familiar with him, his most famous songs were “Cats in the Cradle,” and “Taxi.”
Reading The Red Line in Tuesday’s edition, I see I got smacked pretty hard by someone who thinks I’m an idiot for promoting fireworks.
I am not a fan of summer. The triple-digit heat and my personal R30 insulation are a prime example of why. This latest heat wave has been brutal. The older I get the more it bothers me.