To The Editor: To find truth, one must search. It is time consuming and difficult.

To The Editor: The Letters to the Editor in the June 10 edition of the FCR were all focused on the aftermath of the Uvalde school shootings and full of opinions on what should be done to prevent future incidents. However, Craig Brestrup asked the key question: “…why so many American young men are so desperately alienated and violent…?” I believe I can answer that question.

A Texas-born barnstormer coaxed his second-hand airplane into the thick clouds over a New York airfield on Jul. 17, 1938 and to the surprise of puzzled onlookers turned a routine flight into an unscheduled trans- Atlantic crossing.

It’s hot. Sunday it was 109 degrees here in La Grange.

The Texas Education Agency has released the 2022 State of Texas Assessments of Academic Readiness Results for grades 3-8, which showed across-the-board improvements in all grades and subjects, with especially significant gains in reading. “The investments that the state is making in reading academies and accelerated instruction are clearly paying dividends for our students, and the results are a testament to the hard work of teachers across our state,” Texas Education Commissioner Mike Morath said.

A few weeks ago a good friend of mine bought a flat top griddle. He invited my wife and I over for supper and cooked some cheese steaks. I got really jealous over his new grill, so I had to buy one for myself last week.

June 11-14, 1972 Fayette County’s ad valorem tax rate was to remain at 70¢ per $100 assessment for the 1973 tax year. Taxes, fees and licenses collected by Fayette County Tax Assessor-Collector Gilbert H.

Endings. They can be joyful, as in giving birth to a child after nine months of pregnancy.

When bandits cleaned out the bank at Grapeland, Texas on Jul. 11, 1932, shaken employees identified the machine-gun toting leader of the gang as none other than “Pretty Boy” Floyd.

In 1959, I was a junior in La Grange High School. In order to cut the monotony of everyday school life, my three faithful country boy companions: Everett, Marvin and Cousin Jimmy Kana and I would spend our noon hour walking into town to eat lunch. We always ate at the same hole in the wall café located near the feed mill. Our usual meal consisted of a hamburger bun piled high with ground meat almost like a chili. This was called a “Sloppy Joe,” and along with a five cent drink and five cent potato chips, we had us a 35 cent “square meal.”