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.
We’ve pretty much been out of pocket for a few weeks and woke up Monday to a tad bit cooler weather and the calendar reading “first day of fall.” About that same time the weatherman proclaimed that it was going to be 90-something degrees so it seemed to me that one or the other might be wrong.
It would be incorrect to say “while thumbing through the latest edition of Publisher’s Auxiliary, I saw the story” since I didn’t have to “thumb.” It was plastered across the front page — “Annual readership survey confirms community newspaper readers are voters. Of course, we already knew that!
It is pretty much a given that as time goes by memories fade.
This is the “tail” of a rain dance by Henry and Henrietta as performed beneath the light of the shimmering moon. My apologies in advance to Clement Clarke Moore, the author of the original.
`Twas a dog day in August when all through the house not a creature was stirring — well maybe a mouse.
We already knew there was a whole lot of hate in this world, but until last week I didn’t realize just how much could be found right here in Scott County. It started with the raids on chicken-processing plants in Sebastopol and Morton, but that’s not where in the hate lies.