One of the wonderful things about the Internet is the â€świld westâ€ť atmosphere it continues to enjoy. By that I mean this electronic frontier is a place where anyone can have an idea, present it â€“ and to quote Capt. Jean-Luc Picard â€“ â€śmake it so.â€ť
Not only that, depending on the complexity of the idea and the talent, or willingness to learn how to do it, that idea can come to fruition literally in an instant or over an extended period of time.
Have you been paying attention to local and Arkansas state politics? The Arkansas Republican controlled House and Senate are in the process of reducing income taxes for anyone making an adjusted income of $44,000 or more per year. As if that is not bad enough, they are reducing the capital gain taxes for their wealthy friends. So much for supporting Arkansas, middle class and poor residents. Arkansas Republicans campaigned promising to reduce taxes. Truth be told, that is exactly what they are doing for some.
I have one problem to deal with while writing my column today: I need lots more space - I need an entire page. Whew!
As a Republican, I am veritably jumping up and down in place, trying to encourage, urge, pester, and otherwise goad our â€śfirst Republican majority in 138 yearsâ€ť to follow through with the mission with which we entrusted them, and not be hornswoggled into caving to pressures from the establishment. They have done a good job with vital new laws to protect â€ślife, liberty, and the pursuit of happinessâ€ť.
By Lynda Hollenbeck
When Ed and I married, I had never been fishing. Not once.
That sounds weird to a lot of people, but it never bothered me.
Plainly speaking, I wasn't interested.
My brother-in-law, George, who's obsessed with the sport, would consider this grounds for commitment to a rubber room. But George, the psychologist/author, long ago elevated fishing to a religious experience. He has fished in many other lands, including a recent trip to Argentina, after which I teased him about trying to catch fish that speak with a Spanish accent.
Last year was my 30th high school reunion. I was not able to attend because of work, but about half of my graduating class of 22 showed up. A friend sent a photo of my classmates, and it was the first time I had seen most of them since graduation night in 1982.
Oral hygiene is rarely high on the list for children, particularly the male kind.
Most little girls, who are more fastidious by nature, don't object to a regular tooth-brushing routine. But a boy child can be another matter altogether.
Little boys and dirt tend to go hand in hand anyway. And the ones I raised were always so eager to get to their next activity that they gladly would have skipped toothbrush time altogether.
A friend who takes an active role in her grandchildren's lives recently shared a tooth-brushiing moment.
The debate over gun control completely misses the real issue. Giving everyone a gun isn't the answer. Neither is taking away pistols, rifles and shotguns of law abiding citizens.The real heart of the matter is a question we all must ask of ourselves and is vastly more important than a trivial alliance to conservative or liberal ideology.
The rupture in Exxon Mobilâ€™s Pegasus pipeline near Mayflower last week has touched off numerous debates about the present state of Americaâ€™s aging pipeline system. The pipeline that spilled 12,000 gallons of Canadian oil was originally laid in the 1940s, and its soundness 70 years later should be called into question.
As attention was focused on Holy Week and activities leading up to Easter, many conversations touched on references to particular scriptures.
This also came about as a result of many people watching the History Channel's broadcast of "The Bible," which depicted events related to the birth, death and resurrection of Jesus.
By no means could I be called a biblical scholar; but by living with one for nearly 37 years, some of that knowledge did rub off on me. And I confess I'm a purist about certain passages that are fully ingrained into my psyche.
Today is Easter Sunday, a milestone for those of us who grew up in the church.
By "church," I don't mean the little Cumberland Presbyterian body that's a big part of my life and where I play the piano every Sunday. I mean the church at large, not any particular denomination.
Attendance in most congregations swells on this holiest of days, which is great. Better to go one day out of the year than none, though I've never understood why so many avoid corporate worship most of the other Sundays of the year.