So glad to see 2014 arrive with the world still turning and the sun still shining. This time of year always seems like a clean slate. A new start that I will personally endeavor to make the best of realizing that one of the New Yearâ€™s will be the last one.
Dee Sharrock at Palava used to say that the Bible said it would rain on the just and the unjust. Then he said, â€śIf it would just rain on the unjust, I could carry water to the just in my hat.â€ť
The local media has been filled with information on the projected increase of oil and gas activity in our area. Previously vacant buildings are showing signs of occupancy; traffic is increasing, and many of us are seeing folk we donâ€™t recognize around town. The impact of the Cline Shale on Nolan County is not necessarily something that can be quantified at this point, but we know â€“ from watching the development of the Eagle Shale, if from nothing else â€“ that there will be an impact.
I missed a couple of stories, and of course, that is another story. I got to studying on having a real (wild) turkey for Thanksgiving, so I finally found my gun but no shells. We won't go into a long tirade about why I cain't find any to buy, but you probably know anyway, especially if you have been killing snakes last summer with a hoe, chain or bumper jack. In order to shorten this story, let me say that it's right smart of a chore to rope a turkey even if you were riding a horse that wasn't scared of turkeys.
Hard as it can be to realize, I came to Sweetwater as a newly graduated attorney in 1982. Greener than grass, idealistic as any young person can be, determined to right the wrongs of the world â€“ I knew I could make a difference. The first two weeks I was here, my employer, Carl Anderson, was on vacation. As I sat at my (new!) desk working with miscreants and getting them ready for court, I knew I had the answers. One of the first with whom I conversed was a young person who was charged with DWI.
Before I go on, I hope that everybody reading this has (or had depending on where youâ€™re reading it) a good Thanksgiving. While I realize that the holiday season can be a strain for some, my wishes are for everybody to have a pleasant get together with family and friends and to make the most of a time that should be about family, fellowship, and most of all, giving thanks.
Many of us are starting this week with a light heart. Most employees will have Thursday and Friday as holidays to celebrate Thanksgiving. Somehow, this holiday that we were taught was a special time to express our gratitude for the blessings of life has become the extended shopping weekend for Christmas, something which is neither appropriate nor complimentary of the day. We owe more than we can ever pay to those who were involved in the celebration of the first Thanksgiving â€“ the least we can do is make the time to remember them.
November probably packs as much history and civics into a thirty day period as any other month, if not more. It starts with Election Day, moves forward into Veterans Day, the anniversary of the Mayflower Compact, then most of us leap forward to Thanksgiving, and all that it means. There is another notable November day â€“ November 19, 1863.
We got to puppy-sit Maggie Mae for our youngest daughter Alison and her husband. She was a seven-week-old JackRat (Jack Russell and Rat Terrier). I took her to town on my rounds and people went "looney tunes" over her. She has a raccoon face, black spot on her side, and black tail. She is so smart that our teacher-daughters could teach her to read and sing. When she was six months old we adopted her. Can't you just hear it, "Mom, you were right, we just can't keep Maggie Mae in an apartment." I took Maggie Mae with me the first day.
With Kathleen Sebelius supposedly being in trouble for the failure of a rollout that was the Obamacare website, I have to ask, why? In fact, I have to ask it twice. First of all, why Mrs. Sebelius? What's she done that's so unusual? I know that supposedly she's responsible for how bad the Obamacare website is, but come on, there was no way that thing was going to work. Personally, I'm not buying that she's being singled out because she's responsible for anything.
Remember how it was where your grandaddy and grandmother lived? Picture a house with a screened-in back porch, a well or cistern and storm cellar. Mama Johnson always had a lot of plants like ivy and sweet potato plants. Outside would be big roses, trumpet vines and castor beans. It was cool in the cellar and canned goods were down there, usually peaches, peas, corn and green beans.