The older I get, the more trouble I seem to have with inanimate objects.
Mostly excerpts of columnists published in The Madera Tribune.
When the history of this fall’s partial government shutdown and debt limit battle is written, it may well list as one prime victim the pathway to citizenship long sought by undocumented immigrants.
I recently bought a pair of secondhand bookcases at a yard sale. The tall wooden cases were a terrific bargain. Fred and I paid for them and headed home to get his pickup truck.
“Blessed shall thou be in the city and blessed shalt thou be in the field.”
— Deuteronomy 28:3
If November were a week, I suppose we’d have reached hump day. If it were a year, surely we would be in the season of the cool-down. However it is dubbed, the middle is upon us.
Now that it turns out we can keep our old health insurance policies, I’m a little disappointed.
The Southern Pacific railroad tracks have always been dangerous in Madera. Beginning in 1877, scores of people have lost their lives on them — some within a few feet of the downtown depot.