Since this is a holiday I think perhaps Iâll let technology rest a week or so and use this space to talk about what makes Thanksgiving great â¦.. SPORTS!
Well â¦ that may be cheating just a bit (grin). Many years ago when I was a student at Arkansas State University in Jonesboro the Indians were a football power in their league. The Indians has Bill Bergey as quarterback and he helped put quite a few points on the scoreboard and made the Tribe one of the most respected teams in the Southland Conference.
Holidays and catastrophes seem to walk hand in hand. When else does everything go as far awry as it does when you're in a hurry, behind with the meal and guests are about to stare you in the eye?
The other day we were sharing accounts of our Thanksgiving horror moments and I, of course, could not resist reviewing the crisis that occurred at our house a number of Thanksgivings ago.
The incident has appeared in this space before, but it just is hard to top, so here it goes one more time. (And maybe another later on. After all, it is my column.)
It is funny how simple things we take for granted can have a rather interesting history if we just knew it. For example, the other day I was thinking of all the tasks our family used to do in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner. My job was usually to polish the silver. To relieve the drudgery, I used to wonder about who thought up the designs for the pieces of tableware. Not long ago I finally got around to looking it up. It is kind of interesting.
Is it possible to be thankful and guarded at the same time? In today's multi-tasking society I suppose it is possible, but is it practical? Wise? Healthful? In my opinion, the answer to each is a resounding no.
Being thankful requires an open-heart and a grateful perspective, neither of which can be maintained under the strain of negativity.
Being thankful requires the ability and desire to see the good in all things, even when the temptation to focus on the evil is compelling and familiar.
âLincolnâ is not a movie about the legend of the president who freed the slaves. Instead, it is a real interpretation of events and it takes a look at a man that struggled to pass the 13th Amendment that abolished slavery. It looks at a man who had obscure war powers which allowed him to bend the rules of law. It is also about a man who had to contend with his emotionally unstable wife, had to contend with a Congress that was not on his side and a man who also had a penchant for telling stories.
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.