Starting off at the head of the class. This meager scribe was surprised and happy to receive an email from my former Madera High biology teacher, Norma Mastin.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Okay, before you start asking — wait, you already have been — my gal and I have never done anything for Valentine’s Day. No flowers, no candy, nothing, just the usual hugs and kisses.
"Chances Are." A pretty good song by Johnny Mathis, but when it came to raising some much needed funds for local Marine Cpl.
Indeed, sometimes you good folks and perusers of this catbox liner are a plethora of people sharing particulars that otherwise would go unnoticed by this busy scribe.
Some of you have suggested I toss my keyboard and monitor for reasons I shall not mention here, but you can guess. Well, if I were to do such a dastardly deed it would be sometime tomorrow between 9 a.m.
Yes, gentle reader, I’m talking about you. Okay, and me. I was looking into chips for parties before, during and after this Sunday’s Super Bowl.
No thank you.