Sometimes, it's not what you do, but when you do it that makes all the difference. The evidence to support this statement can be found in history and all around us.
In recent weeks, a movement to take Saline County from dry status to a wet county has been forming. This isn't the first time an effort regarding alcohol in the county has been knocked around and likely won't be let last, regardless of the outcome. If the effort is successful, somewhere down the line of history, an attempt to revert back to dry status will gain momentum.
I remember my motherâ€™s 32nd birthday pretty well. This is partly because she â€” sweet lady that she is â€” kept the birthday card my brother and I made her hanging on her bedroom wall for several years.
It was a large card, made with poster board instead of paper.
It featured a picture I drew of my mother with a humongous cake.
The only parts of her that were visible in the drawing were her legs behind the huge cake, and there was a little caption bubble that read: â€śWho turned out the lights???â€ť
Did you ever stop to analyze an expression and wonder where it came from?
An example is: "Round up the usual suspects."
How many times have you heard that line? Police people often use it jokingly, but I wonder how many people â€” even the police â€” know where it started.
Like many expressions that have found their way into common conversation, this one originated in a movie â€” one of my favorites, in fact â€” "Casablanca." Claude Rains as Capt. Louis Renault says it in one of the memorable scenes from the 1942 film classic that I never tire of watching.
If youâ€™re like me, your internal clock is set to the school year, not the regular calendar. The year begins in August, when school starts, and ends in July. While the Dog Days of Summer officially began July 3 and do not end until Aug. 11 (according to the Old Farmerâ€™s Almanac), the last two weeks of July are really the heart of the Dog Days.
Kudos to the Benton Police Department for showing the local community and the rest of the world that police officers have a heart.
Too much of the time we see the absolutely necessary stern fronts they have to present to the public. Police people try not to reveal the mushy, gushy stuff because their very jobs â€” often their very lives â€” depend on it.
But underneath the blue are the same feelings the rest of us have and are allowed to display openly, without apology.
This is all being said in response to the tender ending that was afforded to K-9 Rudy.
This week, Iâ€™m not disputing any points of view. Iâ€™m not arguing with the actions of our government.
This may be an opinion column, but sometimes you just have to stop and be grateful. By â€śgrateful,â€ť I mean remembering true heroes and casting a bold â€śthank youâ€ť to our men and women of valor.
Among the "official" emails I have recently received was one informing me that I had been awarded an astronomical amount of money from a Coca-Cola promotion drawing held in the UK.
I wonder how many people receiving this bought into it and supplied the required information that is supposed to bring the prize money to their pocketbooks. Probably more than I would imagine.
Perhaps one of the secrets of successful scamming is to relate the promotion to a common product, and who doesn't know about Coca-Cola. It's a household commodity for many people.
Sunday is Father's Day when we pay tribute to those whose paternal guidance has shaped our lives and for many continues to be a strong influence.
Most countries celebrate this event on the third Sunday of June. It was inaugurated in the United States in the early 20th century to complement Mother's Day in celebrating fatherhood and male parenting.
The night of May 30 was surreal.Every expectation I had for how I would leave my high school behind was fulfilled.
It couldnâ€™t have been more perfect.
The night started with a gathering of friends and pictures and butterflies fluttering their wings in every seniorâ€™s stomach.
I picked my way through the crowd saying hello and snapping a picture with some whom I know I may never see again. The thought of this being my last goodbye to 544 people that I grew up with was hard to swallow.
Recently, as I spent some time in the waiting room of a doctor's office, I flipped through a copy of "Parenting" magazine.
At this juncture, I'm perusing this journal out of curiosity, not to glean wisdom as I once would have done.
It can be enlightening to find out all the mistakes I made when I was bringing up my children. They're all alive and well and are productive, functioning members of society, but the experts would say that's somewhat of a miracle because of all the things I did wrong when they were were in their formative years.