Nice kid. We usually read or hear of teenagers in trouble, causing havoc and generally misbehaving. But an exception occurred in a Dairy Queen in Hopkins, Minn.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
And then there was light. Albeit a little dim, but still pretty groovy after 50 years. I’m watching the ever-changing, glowing, globules of my lava lamp that is sitting on a corner of my desk.
But first, this seems not very Christian-like. Every year congregations from the Valley’s Churches of God play a softball tournament to promote friendship, sportsmanship and Christian fellowship.
This scribe can only hope none of his descendants are around.
I must admit I got a chuckle out of a Red Line caller’s message this week. The gentleman began with the description of picking up his morning San Francisco Chronicle.
We made it through Labor Day without another Cyrus sizzle.
Labor Day, the last summer holiday, starts, well, probably around early afternoon today. And if nobody is (supposedly) working Monday, shouldn’t it be called Non-Labor Day?