The world is full of cliches that neatly sum up a solution or explanation for nearly every situation. "Easy come, easy go" and "No good deed goes unpunished" are among some of the more widely known.
Another is "The only constant is change." This jewel is attributed to Heraclitus, a greek philosopher who died in 475 BC. Actually, his original statement was "Nothing endures but change." A comparison of the two statements proves his point.
The problem is that neither life nor anything else is not as simple as a few words strung together.
There are all sorts of quizzes going around that start out "you know you're getting older if ... "
A laundry list of "old stuff" follows.
A few years back, I came up with another one, all on my own, and I think it bears noting again.
Here it is: You know you're getting older if you don't use the whole keyboard on your computer.
Long ago it was established that I can't draw.
This has been officially noted at the high school, college and later-in-life levels.
Even before reaching these plateaus, I essentially failed cut-paste-and-color at the elementary level, but it was a kinder, gentler school system then and no one went on record with the crushing evaluation.
Years later I thought of this as I watched Gayla McCoy doodling in a meeting and was nothing short of amazed. She was drawing a pair of fish that could have been straight out of a Disney film strip. They actually looked like talking fish.
The Bauxite Museum is a delightful place to visit.
Anyone who hasn't take the time to do so is engaging in self-deprivation. The exhibits â€” and there are many â€” tell stories that evoke memories of another time that many of us remember fondly.
On one of my visits there several years ago, I heard the story about "Bottle" Wilmoth's famous bowl he took for a Mulligan stew that was to be served to workers at Reynolds mining operations.
According to Melba Shepard's account, each employee was informed he could have one bowl only of the stew. That was enough to inspire Mr. Wilmoth's humor.
"There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we donâ€™t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. These are things we donâ€™t know we donâ€™t know.â€ť â€” Donald Rumsfeld
All three of the scenarios so confusingly described by former Secretary of State Rumsfeld were in play before my eyes July 12.
The place â€” the court of Judge Gary Arnold.
The reason â€” a motion to quash, or set aside, a requirement to provide information regarding anonymous bloggers.
The passing of American icon Andy Griffith has caused a major shift in attention to Mayberry, the mythical town where Sheriff Andy Taylor rarely had to do any sheriffing, but dispensed lots of homespun wisdom that served a higher calling.
Everybody would have liked to live in Mayberry.
That's not surprising because it was a place where although everybody knew everybody else's business â€” not always desirable â€” more importantly, it was a place where people took care of each other. And love was the common denominator that held them together.
If there's anything I hate to spend money on, it's an appliance.
Just think about it. This is not an unreasonable position to take.
Once an appliance gets to your house, no one but family members and pets will ever see it again, save for an occasional perusal from a repairman in the event of a malfunction.
I mean, it's not like you might have company for dinner and you would take time to fancy up the washing machine in case the guests should peek into the utility room.
An appliance is just there.
You can't drive it.
You can't wear it.
You can't eat it.
You can't drink it.
Subtlety is an art form that, when placed in the hands of the skilled, can deliver a message so seemingly insignificant that it is absorbed without conscious resistance. A well-worded sermon plants a seed that provides strength for the future when comfort is needed. A word of praise from a teacher will silently build confidence for that moment when everything may change for the student.
I've never been to a live wrestling match, but I have seen the sport demonstrated on TV.
Pardon me. I'm told by male members of the Courier staff that I mispronounced/misspelled the event. Real fans, they tell me, call the sport "wrassling."
A thousand pardons.
The attention to wrestling/wrassling came into newsroom discussion because of a planned event next week in Benton. A number of wrestling/wrassling stars will be performing here in conjunction with Benton's first Freedom Fest.
When I was in third grade, Miss Erma Trice assigned us to write a paper on our ambitions.
At that juncture my heroine was Esther Williams, the movie star/Olympic swimmer that thrilled me with the water ballets I watched on the big screen at James Theatre in Cotton Plant.
There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I could be the next in line to claim her spot in stardom.
In the paper for Miss Erma, I wrote about my desire to "grow up and be just like Esther Williams."
I told about this dream with much flourish because I truly believed it.