I don't remember what I was doing or where I was, but I do know what was said: In a conversation involving several people, someone recently said she had heard that the fashion industry planned to revive fashions of the 1970s.
Deliver me from this happening, please.
Fashions do make their entrance, bow out and return in another decade, but the '70s? Clothes were ugly then.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, just look at retro TV shows and you'll understand.
We're talking polyester. Leisure suits. Wide-legged jeans. Colors that make you gag.
Many times I've sat in the stands at C.W. Lewis Stadium and heard the Benton High School Band play the "Pink Panther" theme.
The tune is familiar to just about everyone, particularly to fans of the bumbling French detective, Inspector Jacques Clouseau.
First, some history about the Pink Panther film series and the famous theme song.
Recently, I took the opportunity to watch the sun rise. I sat in the gazebo on the Saline County Courthouse lawn. No traffic filled the streets. An occasional runner would pass by, headphones on and feet pounding the sidewalk. A slight glow began to appear on the horizon to the east. Light invaded the cracks and crevices of the morning and, to my surprise, I found I was not alone as previously I had thought.
I don't like Daylight Saving Time. I never have and I doubt if I ever will.
It's not that I have specific objections to that particular time process â€” or that I especially favor Central Standard Time, the time zone that we live in.
What I don't like is being forced to change times. To me, 4 o'clock is 4 o'clock even if the clock says it's 3 or 5; I still feel it as 4. My internal clock doesn't move in conjunction with the hands on a timepiece.
Deep in the tunnels of a dark Kentucky coal mine in 1917, a man of 19 years was pinned between a loaded coal car and the cold rock wall. Fearing death would take him, Henry Harrison Mayes prayed to God to save his life. In exchange, Mayes would commit the rest of his life to spreading the teachings of the Holy Scriptures. His life was spared. It was now time to keep the promise he had made.
The day didn't start out badly, but that state of affairs wasn't to last long.
Everyone has had experiences like those that befell me on a recent Friday. It wasn't a Friday the 13th, but it well might have been. No one I encountered was happy.
Let me back up. People who work here were not particularly unpleasant. It was the walk-ins and call-ins that set the tone for all-around bad karma.
We're used to dealing with complaints from disgruntled people. It's a situation that simply goes with the territory.
I was put on the spot a few days ago when I was asked to sing the national anthem for an event commemorating the end of the long career for a friend.
County Clerk Freddy Burton, whom I've known since 1970, is calling it quits. He's done a great job in that office and is probably one of the best-liked politicians around. He cares about people and has surrounded himself with staff people who have shared his philosophy, so he's had a truly successful run in office.
Have you seen the Sprint commercial where a â€śtypical American familyâ€ť is gathered around the table â€śdiscussingâ€ť how they are going to divvy up their cell phone providerâ€™s â€śsharedâ€ť data plan? Itâ€™s kind of like a mini United Nations where the smaller countries insist they have as much right to an areaâ€™s riches as the larger ones.
After enjoying several days of what I will go out on a limb and label "good hair days," I was hit with a bombshell.
The change came about because of a single factor: Humidity.
For me, humid weather is the kiss of death for my hairdo. It's disheartening. I can set my hair and, at the start of the day, the image in the mirror isn't bad as far as the hair goes.
Thirty minutes after I'm in the atmosphere, I undergo a 180-change. The higher the humidity, the more pronounced the change.
If there's a more romantic song around than Andy Williams' "Hawaiian Wedding Song," I've yet to hear it.
Ironically, I've never heard it actually sung at a wedding, but I've always thought it would fit, particularly for some of the island ceremonies that have become popular in recent years.
Hearing it never fails to touch me and I'll always associate it with this wonderful singer, who's now gone.
It's sad to see the passing of another of the entertainment icons that made such an indelible mark on the popular music scene.