A couple of years back, I wrote a column about bottle trees. I wanted one, but at our age Bill and I have no business tramping around in the woods looking for small dead cedar trees to make one. Well, I recently found a metal bottle tree at a reasonable price in a catalog â€” one of the many unsolicited ones that I get every week in my mailbox.
Because it is made of metal, you just stick it in the ground. It only holds 15 bottles, but I like it. The rains we have had recently keep the ground so soft that it leans a bit. Hopefully, that will change with the coming heat of summer.
Talk about your deja vu moments.
I was eating the banquet meal at the recent Cotton Plant High School Get-Together that combines classes from way back when till they just donâ€™t want to come anymore. Thatâ€™s a weird way to describe the event, but thatâ€™s the way it is. Itâ€™s open to anyone who attended Cotton Plant High School from the beginning days and is open-ended. No one ever shows up from classes after the early 1970s, but theyâ€™re welcome all the same.
I digress. Back to the meal and the incident that mentally jarred me back to an earlier day.
I guess you have all heard by now that the Rapture scheduled for this last week has been rescheduled. Harold Camping, the man who first informed the public of Godâ€™s plan, now says he was mistaken. The date he should have given is October 21. Well, after all, anybody can make a mistake.
Throughout the history of civilization, people have been predicting the end of the world. Nostradamus is probably the best known, but there have been others. And they havenâ€™t always been human.
Itâ€™s all over. The 2010-2011 school year is in the books for the senior class students in our county. It is a time of reflection for the fine young adults. All the ball games. All the classes. All the teachers. But most of all, the friends they have made and might possibly never see again. It is a time of transition from teenager to â€śthe real worldâ€ť so often described to us by our parents. They have been launched into the future and hopefully we have prepared them well. Only time will tell.
The Internet is both wonderful and wacky. Itâ€™s great to have instant access to information that previously had to be searched out from various sources in a time-consuming â€” and often frustrating, sometimes unsuccessful â€” manner.
Thatâ€™s the wonderful part.
Then thereâ€™s the wacky.
Sometimes the lowliest of creatures can bring out the best in humans.
Case in point: A donkey from a foreign land.
The one that caught my attention recently started out life in Iraq, but recently has become a resident of this county.
I read the Associated Press account with not just a few tears.
This was a touching story of Smoke, a donkey, who became a friend and mascot to a group of U.S. Marines living in a province in Iraq nearly three years ago.
Unfortunately, because of bureaucratic red tape, the donkey had to be left behind.
Almost everyone has heard about the Loch Ness monster, but did you know that Arkansas has a lake monster too? More than one, in fact.
Work was started in the late 1940s and by the time Lake Conway was stocked with fish and boaters were beginning to spend time on its waters, rumors of the â€śLake Conway monsterâ€ť began to circulate through the town.
It seems like we just got out of an election season. In fact, some campaign signs may still be found along roadways. Last fall was a particularly divisive stretch with accusations and allegations flying around like flies at a picnic. Itâ€™s a time of year when some residents begin to feel renewed and rejuvenated. The batteries of the political machine are charged and the only thing left to do is to find a driver. Depending on how you look at it, candidate selection is oftentimes done way before filing periods and campaigns even begin.
Reputations are curious things. Everyone has one, even if they donâ€™t want one. So, if you donâ€™t think you have a reputation, how do you go about getting one? Good question. The problem with reputations is that they are earned in more than one way. Some ways are good but some are bad.
Most of you have probably heard of Oscar the cat, who is a full-time resident in a Providence, R.I. nursing home. Oscar has attracted nation-wide attention because he seems to know when one of the nursing home residents is about to die.
Oscar is just an ordinary black and white, short-haired cat who was rescued and allowed to live on the third floor of Steere House, a nursing facility, since he arrived there in 2005.