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So now cocaine is legal in Oregon, but straws aren’t. That must be frustrating.
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It is said our great-grandfathers called it the holy Sabbath, our grandfathers the Sabbath, our fathers Sunday, and we call it the weekend. We have substituted the holiday for the holy day, recreation for reverence, games for godliness, and dissipation for devotion. In short, we use the gift of the Lord’s Day to destroy the (its) Giver.
Read more2. Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it. Olive, age 9
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Well, once again the Christmas season is upon us. It seems we hardly get through the Fourth of July before the stores are hawking Christmas items nowadays. In October I went into a department store to buy some Halloween candy and was confronted with a mechanical Santa waving and ho, ho, ho’ing to customers as they walked through the door.
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“You can always spot a well-informed man – his views are the same as yours.”
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And last of all, my favorite story of the week…
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You know time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years. It seems like yesterday that I was young, just married, and embarking on my new life with my mate. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all those years went.
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Halloween was Tuesday night and Philip Gulley shared the thoughts of many of us when he wrote the following: For nine years, my wife and I lived in the city, down a long lane, next to the Quaker meeting I pastored. Our first Halloween, we loaded up on candy, anticipating a horde of pirates, ghosts, and witches. But the lane was dark and spooky and not one kid showed up, so for the next month, we ate mini Snickers for dessert at every meal, even breakfast. Then we moved to a small town, and carloads of urchins mobbed our home at Halloween, swarming our front door like rats on raw meat. After the first hour, we were out of candy and began emptying our cupboard to beat back the mob, doling out squares of baking chocolate, sugar cubes, packets of Sweet'N Low. When we ran out of treats, they began TP'ing our trees, soaping our windows, and igniting paper sacks of manure on our porch. It was wonderfully nostalgic, reminding me of my childhood, and I went to bed happy.
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