I first wrote parts of this column at Thanksgiving decades ago, and have, over the years, duplicated it at times in some form or fashion. If some of it sounds familiar, it’s because, well, it is.
With that said, I pose the question, have you ever slurped your coffee?
So, it seems, the holidays are upon us. We watched through our front office windows last week as city of Forest workers hung the pretty green garland with red bows on light posts and railings, and likewise as banners with greetings and lights that will be sparkling took their place on their poles all around town.
From time to time folks question why we publish letters from our readers on this page and from time to time we like to clarify our policy. This is one of those times. The fact of the matter is that there are some common misconceptions about letters that we’d like to clear up too.
This is pretty much a whine I’ve whined before, but seeing the lack of mail delivery, and the lack of the ability to make a bank deposit I figure it’s worth whining the whine once more.
Columbus Day. Why? Why is this a holiday?
We first met on January 25, 1961 and it was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and we both knew our bond would last a lifetime on the day I was born. She was my mom. She died Sunday after a nearly month-long battle with something no one gets, Cryptococcal Meningitis.