I remember back long ago in times of such a different world. Houses, friends, toys and lives were so much more simple than today. Your mother would take you with her to a near neighbor's house to play while she visited with his mother. Did you hear that? That's a flashback to so long ago before so many conveniences that somehow have mysteriously conspired to take more time than we have. Oh, for a second I forgot. That was before constantly blaring televisions and cell phones kept close by so we can hear them ring over all the other hype.
Aficionados of the James Bond series are familiar with the device known as a license plate flipper. It is my understanding that this is a device which, in a matter of seconds, changes the plate on a vehicle to a different one. It apparently debuted in James Bond movies, and has become a significant enough concern that the Texas Legislature passed no more than three new offenses concerning it! In the midst of everything else that they needed to do, they created an offense for the possession of a flipper, sale of a flipper, and âuse, purchase, manufacture or saleâ of one.
Before I go on to another subject, as a person who listens to the radio a lot, I just want to say that if there is still someone out there who canât figure out how to use an automobile child safety seat, I would have to say continual playing of public service messages on the subject isnât going to reach them. After the same old messages have been played several thousand times, they clearly arenât getting the message. Canât those radio stations do something, anything, else with that air time?
Those three words always tend to put a smile in my face and a pep in my step. Then all of a sudden, Iâm clapping and dancing like the kids on the Charlie Brown Christmas special, because the theme song from The Jeffersons is blaring in my mental music player and I just canât help myself.
But after this summer, the phrase means a bit more to me. It was the theme for our churchâs Vacation Bible School and let me tell you, it was a BLAST!
After the calendar has turned over so many years, you get to thinking about what time you have left. Youâre more conscious of it and become increasingly aware of its passing and its value. You know, itâs like a kid getting paid for a summer job. One hundred dollars -- wow! This will buy everything he ever wanted! But after he gets down to a few crumpled dollar bills and a few coins it dawns on him that itâs not going to last forever.
As much as I try to not be influenced by the liberal bias of the main stream media, if you pay any attention at all, you canât help but at least notice what they are trying to influence. By the way, donât get me wrong, there are also people on the right who definitely have agendas they are trying to push also. I would imagine bias in reporting has existed as long as there has been reporting.
Next week will be the annual Sales Tax Holiday. Papers will be full of ads; stores Friday, Saturday and Sunday will be filled with shoppers taking advantage of not only sales, but the unusual opportunity to pay only the sum of the listed price of items purchased (on certain goods). Unfortunately, this seems to lead to many people forgetting the balance in their checking account, and the length of time until payday!
Several years ago, a television commercial sponsored by a council of churches became popular. It showed a well-dressed attractive woman walking down a dark street. Between her and her car stands a group of young people â laughing loudly, making comments in their own âtalkâ among themselves. She hesitates; she canât really see them, only hear them. As they come toward her, they slow. Her nervousness shows on her face as she looks for a place of refuge.
Well now that round one of the Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman trial is over, it looks like the federal government and the media are gearing up for round two. Apparently the Justice Department is going to take a look at this and see if they can take an additional crack at Mr. Zimmerman. Evidently people at the top (cough Obama, cough, Eric Holder) donât like the decision the jury reached. How dare the people who got all the details and available facts concerning this case, return a verdict that doesnât agree with what the administration wanted.
'Round our place I still sometimes tell about being with Joe when he was drilling. I mean, a cable tool rig draws folks like a picnic draws flies. People show up and all of a sudden you think you're on Twenty Questions. Joe Whitworth was a friendly kind of guy, but he had a life-long habit of hard work and minding his own business, and he thought other people should do the same. They didn't, though--the following is the (to him) unbelievable truth. Before he had even finished rigging up to drill, people would begin asking such things as, "How deep are you drilling?