The other day, I opened a book my parents gave me more than 60 years ago.
For most of those six decades, “50 Great Americans,” the book was forgotten, left behind when I stopped living with my parents. A few years ago, I found it, and it has occupied a shelf alongside “Winnie the Pooh,” “The Wizard of Oz,” and other literary reminders of my childhood ever since.
This week is going to end with a bang down in south Big Horn County.
That’s because rock star Ted Nugent will be visiting Emblem on Saturday, at the invitation of the local TEA Party. He’ll be blowing in about noon and plans to speak for an hour or so, according to an interview I read a few weeks ago.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the pipe dreams of one of our candidates for governor. Recently, he has been enlarging on his positions regarding federal land, so his intentions merit further comment.
In a recent story, Taylor Haynes was quoted as saying that he will take control of “every square inch” of Wyoming, including the national parks. If the feds don’t give up control and instead enter the state to do their jobs, he will have them arrested.
I’ve been perusing newspapers for as long as I can remember.
I began “reading” them in my pre-literate days, when all I could do was look at the pictures and ask my Dad to tell me why he was getting such a big laugh out of “Pogo,” his favorite comic strip, or what Li’l Abner was saying to Daisy Mae.
Another skirmish has been fought in a continuing conflict that flares up now and then in our beloved country.
This time, the fight was over a city council’s inviting a clergyman to open their meetings with a non-sectarian prayer. This time, the supporters of prayer won, as the Supreme Court ruled that it was OK to pray as long as the prayer was really non-sectarian and the invitation to pray was sometimes granted to those who didn’t represent Protestant Christianity.
One day last week, a mysterious package addressed to me arrived in our mailbox.
When my wife placed the the soft, squishy item marked priority mail on my lap, my immediate reaction was to try to remember what I had ordered and from whom I had ordered it. After all, I have been known to order a book or CD online, forget all about it the next day and be totally surprised when it arrives.
I revisited one of the great mysteries in life, at least so far as I’m concerned, on April 6.
I confronted this enigma at a concert featuring a tenor accompanied by a harp. For 90 minutes, I listened and watched as the harpist plucked out musical magic on a beautifully built collection of strings and pedals.
Sometimes, a topic for this essay forces itself on me. Other times, all topics seem to head out of town, leaving me with no inspiration. Then there are weeks like this, when a topic hides in the bushes and jumps out at me.