Back again

Back again

Back again

By TERRY JOE WILES

I’m back in the saddle again

I have been covered up with prayers and well wishes and offers of help from friends far and wide — some of whom I still owe money, but that just proves how deep love and friendship will jump out of the woodworks. I am getting better, but I have a ways to go before I hit my new “normal.” Continue reading “Back again”

Guess how I vote

Guess how I vote

Guess how I vote

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

I like Rick West, the Oklahoma State Representative from District 3.  I like him even more after meeting him last June 9 at an informal gathering in Poteau.  Representative West shared information with a group of 20 or so friendly people, and the event was educational and informative. Continue reading “Guess how I vote”

Support live, local music 5-28-2024

Support live, local music 5-28-2024

Support live, local music 5-28-2024

 

By TERRY JOE WILES

If I had known I would live this long, I would have taken better care of myself

Well, after a much-needed month of rest, I still have a long row to hoe to find my new normal. Chores at home were overwhelming, and I overworked myself trying to get ahead. However, it was that last 20 minutes of weed-eating that got me. I have a better plan of attack that doesn’t include me. I’m going to hire someone to do the yardwork — lesson learned. Continue reading “Support live, local music 5-28-2024”

Memorial Day

Memorial Day

Memorial Day

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

Memorial Day is behind us, now, but it lingers in my thoughts.  Reviewing some of the holiday’s history, I’m reminded that Memorial Day was once known as Decoration Day, and at first was a specified day to decorate the graves of fallen Civil War soldiers with flowers. Continue reading “Memorial Day”

The fishing “To do” list

Memorial Day

The fishing “To do” list

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

As some would say, “It’s a small world.”  Running into a friend I had not seen in almost 25 years, we were able to sit awhile over lunch and catch up on personal history while we ketchupped our burgers and fries.  We had stopped for fuel at a truck-stop along a busy interstate.  I ask you, what are the odds?  I was at pump #9; and a vaguely familiar face was at pump #10.  Around about $30 worth of gas and rising, I finally had to ask:  “Pardon me, but you look like a friend from my college days.  Are you by any chance Bruce Calvin Scalawag?” Continue reading “The fishing “To do” list”