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Telling It Like It Is

To the Editor: Here are just a few things that happened this last week or recently by or because of Democrats. Fauci says social distancing mandates not based on science… well duh.

Historic Preservation

To the Editor: Contrary to the opinion expressed in Tom Hill’s letter (The Record, 12/21/23), I am dismayed by the Fayetteville City Council’s recent decision to permit demolition (or “dismantling”) of the historic 1875 E. J.

Home-Grown Cauliflower

Do you know what cauliflower tastes like? I’m talking about home-grown cauliflower, not that white tasteless stuff you buy at the grocery store. If you’ve never grown cauliflower, I bet you’ve never really tasted it.

How Private Should a Death Be?

Dear readers, one of the hardest things in life is grieving the death of a loved one. Not all of us grieve in the same way, assuredly, and some of us are never allowed to grieve properly when a loved one suddenly disappears without a trace, gone for years on end, never to be heard from again.

Quakes Prompt Officials to Limit Disposal Wells

C The Texas Railroad Commission has suspended nearly two dozen permits that allow oil and gas companies to inject saltwater into the ground, which regulators say has contributed to increased earthquakes of greater magnitude in West Texas. The Austin American Statesman reported the 23 disposal wells hold hundreds of thousands of barrels of produced water, which is a toxic brine.

Life of Cartoonist Nothing to Laugh About

T EXAS History The aspiring cartoonist told his friends on Jan. 17, 1928 to go on back to Dallas without him because he had decided to stay in sunny California.

Whew, the Holidays are Over..as is 2023

I’m exhaling a huge sigh of relief and tapping my toes in celebration as I wave goodbye to 2023 and the holiday season. I’m thinking age is the reason for my glee at this ending.

The Problem with Mud

My brothers and I didn’t wear shoes much when we were young. Because I rarely wore them, I often passed down shoes to my brothers that looked like new. Without shoes, my feet were free to feel the mud wherever I could find it-or create it. I never saw a group of boys that didn’t like mud. Boys like to jump in puddles of water and let the mud ooze through their toes. There is something that just feels right with one’s feet in the mud.

Hot Pockets!

Around 1956, I was attending La Grange High School and one of the “required” subjects we had to take was chemistry. Already knowing that I would pursue the house moving business with my dad, I didn’t think chemistry could help me that much. But since it was a required subject, I studied it. I did manage to pass it with a 70.25 average.