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.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt is credited with having this to say about housework: "Personally, I never devote more than 15 minutes a day to it."
I consider the statement a mark of her intelligence and am surprised that she actually would have spent even that much time on such menial activity.
Few people choose housework as a form of recreation. One notable exception would have been my late mother who in her prime could get absolutely exhilarated anything that0 needed the spit-and-polish treatment.
The Saline Courier is planning a special section in June, to be written by you.
A Day In the Life is a unique addition to the Courierâs Sunday edition and will chronicle a typical June day in Saline County through the eyes of our readers. We have selected Friday, June 7, to essentially watch, learn, listen and chronicle the comings and goings of Saline County.
The photo-sharing phenomenon that is sweeping smart phones across the nation allows users to share a photo that will essentially "self-destruct" in a given amount of time, only to disappear from the electronic world forever.
Or does it?
Snapchat is a photo-sharing app that allows you to take a picture, send that picture to another Snapchat user and after a certain amount of time chosen by the sender, the photo is deleted and the receiver can no longer see the photo.