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 couldnât have been more perfect.
The night started with a gathering of friends and pictures and butterflies fluttering their wings in every seniorâs 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.
Thereâs a reason so many people are upset about the latest Internal Revenue Service scandal, and itâs not because some agents targeted conservative groups. Itâs because they targeted anybody.
The IRS isnât supposed to be take sides. Its agents arenât supposed to care whom you voted for, or how you stand on the issues. Their only reason to exist is to make sure you pay your taxes, and follow federal and state tax codes. Period, end of story.
One of the iconic people in my life is âthe singing sheriff,â Joe Lee Richards, but my friendship with him predates his terms in office by many years. Joe Lee was one of the guys who helped usher me into the brotherhood of C.B. radio back in the early â60s.
Later, as I was beginning to develop my skills as a news photographer, he would let me ride along with him in his rocket-powered police cruiser and regale me with stories of busting bad guys and making the countyâs highways safe.
While folks with ties to Bauxite were renewing old friendships last weekend at the Bauxite Reunion, I was over in Eastern Arkansas picking up pieces of the past at the biannual Cotton Plant Get-together.
As far as I can tell, both events appear to be going strong.
One of the earliest memories as a student at East Side Elementary School in Benton (now named for my principal, Angie Grant) was being told how we could protect ourselves in case of an atomic bomb blast. The old âduck and coverâ jingle still resounds in my head as well as remembering how we were expected to hunker under our desks and get into a little ball.
Later, we learned in the event of a tornado bearing down on our school we should rush to the hallway and assume the same position, but âhold onto the wallâ and we would all be safe.
And they named the baby John ... Marsha ... Billy ... Joan ... Henry ... Ellen ...
Whatever moniker is chosen, it sets the tone for the rest of the child's life. And unless drastic measures are taken, it's as permanent as the color of one's eyes.
Some people love their names; others hate them. Most parents put some thought into the naming process, but I have to wonder sometimes whatever could they have been thinking when I come across something that surely has caused the kid grief throughout a lifetime.