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Country Comments By: Bill Robinson, Publisher
How many of you spend $50,000 a year on food and entertainment?I never knew anyone that did until this past week.
Glen Johnson, politician turned college president, will receive $50,000 a year for food and entertainment, $24,000 a year for housing, $20,000 for a car, and $273,000 in salary.That’s right, $367,000 a year for a former politician that didn’t even have a background in education until he was appointed president of SEU on a split vote. What is Johnson’s top priority as the new Chancellor of Higher Education?To lobby for $171-million in new money. Maybe if the legislature would cut the salaries of these overpaid former politicians they wouldn’t have to continue to raise tuition on the students. Of course we know that is not going to happen.The politicians will continue to take care of their own and the taxpayers will continue to foot the bill. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a law that requires a person to actually work for a living five years before running for political office?If that were the case there would be a lot of vacancies in state government and all of us would benefit from that. The next time you hear a legislator talk about how there is no extra money to help the hungry and homeless you might suggest that some of the $50,000 a year they are giving to Glen Johnson and his wife for food and entertainment be given to those in need. But please, tell the hungry and homeless to have a back-up plan in case that doesn’t happen . . . and it won’t. —CC— In fairness, Glen is not the only ex-politician that prefers a political position to a real job.The Daily Oklahoman ran a recent editorial proving that “State Paychecks Are Tough To Resist.” “As it turns out, Fred Morgan’s departure from the state Legislature was only a short-term thing.Morgan, a Republican who capably represented District 83 in the Oklahoma House until term limits forced his exit in November, is back on the government dole, hired recently to serve as consultant to Senate Republican leader Glenn Coffee. Morgan is only the latest in a long list of public officials who, for whatever reason, can’t seem to stay away once they’ve left their previous government employ.If we recycled our paper and plastic goods with as much regularity, what a dent we’d make in saving the planet! Term limits took effect with the elections of 2004.Among the House members who were shown the door were Republicans Bill Graves, who had served 24 years, Leonard Sullivan (18) and Ray Vaughn (16), and Democrat Ron Kirby (12).All four have since returned – Graves as a judge in Oklahoma County, Sullivan as Oklahoma County assessor, and Vaughn and Kirby as county commissioners.All are elected positions, so at least it can be said they had to hustle a bit to land those jobs. Last year, two powerful House members who were term limited ran for lieutenant governor.Democrat Jari Askins won the seat, beating former Speaker Todd Hiett. After losing his bid last summer for the GOP nomination for 5th District Congress, Morgan said he planned to return to his law practice.He’ll complement that nicely with the $98,000 he’ll get working for Coffee, who said Morgan will act as legal counsel, be involved in special projects and help develop policy issues. The Democratic leader in the Senate, Mike Morgan, has hired a consultant of his own – Vic Thompson, a former longtime top Senate aide and a former state budget director, will be paid $150,000 for coming out of retirement to work on behalf of the Senate president pro tempore. When new House Speaker Lance Cargill, R-Harrah, formally announced his “100 Ideas” initiative at the Capitol last week, he was flanked by former State Rep. Thad Balkman, who lost his re-election bid in November.Balkman will serve as executive director of the initiative (although Cargill said the position will be funded privately, not with state funds). New Labor Commissioner Lloyd Fields reached out to some old legislative pals while forming his staff.Bill Settle, a former state representative from Muskogee, is Fields’ general counsel, and M.C. Leist will serve as deputy commissioner.Leist served 18 years in the House, was term limited in 2004 and now, like so many others, is back again.” — Daily Oklahoman It seems that term limits did not get rid of many politicians, it just moved them to new positions. —CC— Politicians are not the only “wacky” things in the country . . . “Don’t clean your kids in the washing machine.Don’t dry your cell phone in the microwave.And be sure not to read the phone book while driving.Those are among the winning entries in this year’s Wacky Warning Label Contest, run by an anti-lawsuit group. Backers of the right to sue have a warning of their own – don’t be so quick to poke fun at labels, which help save lives.They say the contest is part of an effort to pass laws that shield businesses from liability for those they hurt. The Wacky Warning contest winners were chosen from about 150 nominations received by Michigan Lawsuit Abuse Watch, said the group’s president, Robert B. Dorigo Jones.The group picked five finalists, and callers to WOMC-FM’s Dick Purtan show chose the winners. The top vote-getter was a warning tag from a front-loading washing machine. “DO NOT put any person in this washer,” it read. Bob Wilkinson, the owner of a coin-operated laundry in Northville Township, a Detroit suburb, won $500 for the submission. Second place went to a warning on a personal watercraft that said, “Never use a lit match or open flame to check fuel level.” There was a tie for third place between a statement on a Super Lotto ticket that said, “Do not iron,” and a warning on a cell phone that said, “Don’t try to dry your phone ina microwave oven.” Honorable mention went to a telephone directory with the cover statement, “Please do not use this directory while operating a moving vehicle.” —AP —CC— E-mail is quick and great but it will never replace a handwritten note.I have kept some special handwritten notes that were sent to me many years ago.In fact I ran across one recently that was sent to Dayna and me by our former Sunday School teacher and dear friend, the late Eldine Nichol, almost twenty years ago.It is a letter that we will cherish as long as we live.Somehow an e-mail just wouldn’t have been the same. Sadly I realize, as does Margie Yablansky, who recently wrote the following, that handwriting is . . .
The Lost Art
What happened to handwriting That became a long-lost art? Handwritten letters can really Touch your heart. Today with their computers, People just send an e-mail. The Golden Art of Writing, no more does it prevail. What happened to “love letters” That everyone used to write? To see someone’s handwriting Was a sheer delight. It made it more personal And meant so very much, Perhaps because it had That wonderful loving touch. Forget the keyboard And take a pen in hand. It may be new to you, But your letters will not be bland. The pen is known to be mightier Than the sword.
It is so true and it can
Really strike a chord. I am a pen person, There is no other way. My handwriting is there For what I have to say Be it bad or good; But if it’s written clear, It makes others feel You are so very near. So think about it once, And think about it twice. Handwritten letters can be So very nice. If you do this, I’ll give you this great clue: In the future, Your friends will emulate you. Handwriting is not only special it can also be beautiful. “Many of us grew up agonizing over cursive writing.Today, schools that teach the loopy letters are rare.On the 2006 SAT, the first with a handwritten essay, just 15 percent of teens used cursive; the rest wrote in block letters.The trend cuts two ways, says University of Virginia education prof Laura Smolkin: In terms of handwriting, computers have “really leveled the playing field for many children.”Yet there are times – witness the SAT – when typing won’t do. That’s where cursive comes in, well, handy.When done right, it fosters speed and fluency.Need proof?The average SAT score for those who used cursive was higher than for those who didn’t.So maybe it’s worth learning the old-fashioned way to dot your i’s and cross your t’s after all.” — Readers Digest —CC— Someone that has been around almost as long as cursive writing is country music star Porter Wagoner.A few weeks back I ran across one of his old TV shows.Many of us remember his flashy spangled and rhinestone-studded western clothes.I must admit I really enjoyed the rerun classic. Porter is now 79-years old and plans to return to the stage this year to celebrate his 50th anniversary as a member of the Grand Ole Opry. Country music from the 1950s and 60s was great.One of Wagoner’s friends remarked that Porter was a remnant of that old cloth that so little is left of.It’s just a tiny remnant of that time, but man, it is a good one! —CC— Speaking of the 1950s, many of us remember Art Linkletter and his program “Kids Say The Darndest Things.”They still do.Several teachers have kept a journal of amusing things their students have written in papers and here are a few examples . . . The future tense of “I give” is “I take.” The parts of speech are lungs and air. The inhabitants of Moscow are called Mosquitoes. A census taker is a man who goes from house to house increasing the population. Water is composed of two gins.Oxygin and Hydrogin.Oxygin is pure gin.Hydrogin is gin and water. A virgin forest is a forest where the hand of man has never set foot. The general direction of the Alps is straight up. A city purifies its water supply by filtering the water then forcing it through an aviator. Most of the houses in France are made of Plaster of Paris. The spinal column is a long bunch of bones.The head sits on the top and you sit on the bottom. We do not raise silk worms in the United States, because we get our silk from rayon.He is a larger worm and gives more silk. One of the main causes of dust is janitors. A scout obeys all to whom obedience is due and respects all duly constipated authorities. One by-product of raising cattle is calves. The four seasons are salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar. The climate is hottest next to the Creator. Oliver Cromwell had a large red nose, but under it were deeply religious feelings. The word trousers is an uncommon noun because it is singular at the top and plural at the bottom. Syntax is all the money collected at the church from sinners. In spring, the salmon swim upstream to spoon. Iron was discovered because someone smelt it. A person should take a bath once in the summer, not so often in the winter. —CC—
It is a bit odd that I started this week’s column with dumb things politicians do and end it with dumb things kids say.The major difference between the two is that the things kids say don’t cost us and also they eventually grow up.
You’ve heard their names a thousand times, Cobb, Ruth, Mantle, and Mays.But for many residents from Allen to McAlester and the surrounding area the player, Buddy “Red” Yount, was the baseball hero they were following.At a time when Jackie Robinson, the first black baseball player to play in the major leagues, was voted the most Valuable Player in 1949, a young 19 year old Yount was living the life of almost every young man’s dream, playing professional ball with the New York Yankee’s Organization.
Charles Buddy Yount was born, January 7, 1930 to Charles and Ruby Yount in the home of his grandparents, Claude and Thomas Kidwell, right here in Allen.Ruby thought Bud was going to be a singer so she named him after Charles Buddy Rogers, a popular singer back in the thirties.As Bud tells me this, he chuckles and asks, “What’s the matter LeaAnn, you don’t remember him?”I politely replied that I believed he must have been before my time.Again, Bud chuckles, “I may be old but I know he was before my time too!I think he was popular back when I was born, back in them days.”
“We played stick ball around here and my Uncle Gladson Kidewll worked with me a lot.What actually got me the recognition was playin for the Ada Juniors, with the Junior American Legion of Ada.My coaches, W.A Brown, Brownie, and Hook Flemming here in Allen really encouraged me to play so I did.I played summer ball with them my sophomore and junior year of high school.Both of my coaches, Wayne Vickers and Marvin Stokes, really helped me along.We went to the state tournament both years, and I got a lot of write ups.They tell me it’s true that when that bunch from Oklahoma City called, they were going to put me on the all-state team; they called my high school coach and said “We hear you got a good baseball player down here.”Brownie replied “You ainta whoofin, why?”“Because the Indians want him.”Which was the Oklahoma City Indians, Double A.Most of my recognition I got through Ada, because I played over there, but I’m an Allen boy.I am almost 76 and have been here probably 70 years of that.I love Allen, I really do.”
Even when Buddy had a chance to move to a bigger city and play high school ball, his mother gave him the choice.He declined, “I’ve gone to school in Allen all my life and I wanted to stay here with all my friends I grew up with they were my teammates and I can’t thank them enough for helping me.”
Living in Allen didn’t hinder Buddy’s career though.The scouts still came, but he couldn’t talk to them until the day he graduated high school.“They came the day I graduated from high school, which was on a Friday and of course I was over here just about four blocks away just visitin and bull crappin with my friends.We was just sittin out there in the garage just a talkin and someone told me “get to town, the Yankee’s scout wants to talk to ya.”Well, I went up there and I had the Yankees, wantin to talk to me, and the St. Louis Browns, Brooklyn Dodgers, Pittsburg Pirates and the Detroit Tigers. I wasn’t really scared when I heard the scouts were looking at me.I never had really done nothin but play ball since I was eight or nine years old, so I didn’t know no better.I kinda hated to leave home though, because I was Ruby’s only child. June 3, 1948 Buddy Yount Signs With N.Y. Yankees Buddy Yount has made his decision in favor of the New York Yankees.Five major teams had tried to pursue him to sign a contract with them, the St. Louis Browns, Brooklyn Dodgers, Pittsburg Pirates and the Detroit Tigers.None of them were allowed to approach the young player until he had graduated from high school, but that did not keep them from talking to Mrs. W. H. Daugherty, his mother.Saturday morning Tom Greenwade, top talent scout for the Yankees, was in Allen bright and early and succeeded in getting the young pitcher to sign with them.He told Buddy and Mrs. Daugherty that he has signed 29 men that are now in the major leagues and that he felt he would bring Buddy good luck.The young player left for McAlester Wednesday where he has been farmed out to the Rockets.If he makes good in the next two months he will receive a bonus in addition to his salary. Pepper Martin, scout for the Dodgers, arrived in Allen after Buddy had signed his contract with the Yankees and was very disappointed.Allen Advocate, 1948 Actually, the Brooklyn Dodgers offered Bud more money than any of them, but they wanted to sign him as a third baseman and Bud didn’t want any part of that.“I don’t know, but just bein a kid, the Yankee name hit me and I wouldn’t even talk to them others.” Bill and Ruby let Buddy make his choice about who he wanted to play for.However, Bud fully admits if they would have spoke up, he would have gotten more money and probably would have played for the Dodgers, “that way if you can’t make it hittin you can go back to pitchin.I signed on with the Yankees for $150 a month.That was big money back in 48 and being 18 years old and never had a real job. Oh, growin up I worked odd jobs here around Allen, workin at the cotton gin and the show house and stuff like that, cleanin and sweepin, but I wasn’t makin no $150 a month.” That first season with the Rockets was a whirlwind of success for Buddy.The playing manager/catcher of the Rockets, Vern Hoscheit took bud under his wing and guided him to success.He was in the zone and living the dream of every baseball player. Crowds from miles around came to see Buddy “Red” Yount.Sporting 17 wins in a row, which is still a club record, Yount pitched the final game of the regular season, “Ardmore beat me for my first loss, 4-2, I’ll never forget it.Ya know really, it didn’t hurt or bother me, but like I say we had a great season, won the division, but a big let down in the play offs, when we got beat.I had a woman fan from McAlester, name was Margaret, I knew I would never forget that woman’s name.She used to work there in McAlester at the corner store that we all used to hang out at.She said to me one time “How do you feel about winning your thirteenth game Buddy, are you superstitious?” I said, “well Margaret, I hadn’t won the twelfth yet”, she said “You will, don’t worry.”Those words hung with me----- but, you can’t win’em all where ever you go.” In the spring of 1949, Buddy, full of anticipation, went to Joplin, Missouri, with the Yankee Organization.However, his dreams quickly came to a halt after injuring his arm during spring training.“I hurt my arm up there, so I never did pitch a regular game.They wanted to operate on it, the Yankees did, and I wouldn’t let’em. They said it could cripple me for life and I said “Naww, there’s somthin besides baseball, I better not”.They were going to let the same doctor operate on me, that operated on Joe DiMaggio’s foot, but I still wouldn’t let them do it.”Following Buddy’s decision not to operate theorganization sent him back to McAlester but put him in the out field.Life as a pitcher was quickly fading for the young star.Still batting over 300, Buddy was struggling in the outfield, he couldn’t throw in.Seven days later the Yankee organization released him.” With a bum arm and no contract, Buddy decided to lay out a year and try something new, college.“I went to college in 1949, the year I laid out from baseball, and played football on a scholarship.Well I played 6/7 games at Murray Junior College, and I’d had enough of that, so I just loaded up my old 34 Chevy, went to Arkansas, saw my o’l dad, got me a load of whisky and come back home.There went my college career right there.” A year had gone by and baseball was still running through Buddy’s blood.It was 1950, and Buddy “Red” Yount had just signed with Chickasha, Oklahoma, class D league.“Mickey Mantle played there the year after I left. He was good enough that he went on all the way, I wasn’t no way near a Mickey Mantle.I did pretty good up there, I had nine wins going up there, then Ardmore beat me again for my first loss!O’l Ardmore Indians, I never will forget them.They beat me there, then I found out the 45th got mobilized.I got to drinkin and lost three or four more.I think I was 13-4 when I left for the service.” War time called and Buddy Yount and thousands of other National Guardsmen across the nation left for duty in the Korean War.The 45th division, was not just a few men, the whole state of Oklahoma went active duty September first of 1950.Buddy Yount, went from pitcher to soldier overnight.“I had to leave the ball club and go to Korea. We all joined the National Guard back in high school, February of 1947.You see I wasn’t old enough but they’d let ya in there because they needed ya.They paid $35, $40 every three months, which was a lot of money to us back then.That’s what I bought my senior ring with, and I’ve still got it. It was a whole $18 dollars; we thought that was a lot of money back then.” After returning from Korea, Buddy returned to Chickasha to play ball.Later, they sold his contract to Paris Texas, Class B ball.“I wasn’t there very long. I think I only pitched but two games and they sold my contract to Clovis, New Mexico, Class C ball, a notch lower.Played out there two years, never did do too good after that.After Korea, really, after the first year and I hurt my arm, it never did get plum well.I seen where I was never going to get up to where you make the big money so I just quit.I quit and came back home to Allen and went to work.We moved to California for about 12 months, Kattie had a sister out there, but when the school here in Allen blew up I came back and helped build it back.I tried to go back to baseball.Oklahoma City signed me, which was double A ball.Pitched through spring training but I never did get to stay on a club when the season started.1954 or 1955 was my last year. Bud recalls one of his greatest memories, “We played against Ada in McAlester.Beat’em two to nothin and had a no hitter for 8 and a third innings.They ended up gettin two hits off of me, but we beat’em. Never did, all through high school, Junior Legion or professional ball, never pitched a no hitter. Pitched one, one hitter, two or three, two hitters, and three, three hitters that I know of.I did pitch against Don Newcomb, one of the best big leaguers there ever was as far as that goes.He played for the Dodgers, and one of the best pitchers the Dodgers ever had.Also, It wasn’t until I went to Joplin that I ever had played ball with any colored folks.I remember I used to go get hamburgers and take them back to the room because back then they wouldn’t even let them in the cafes with us to eat.Sometimes they wouldn’t even let’em stay in the hotels with us.Out in Texas we’d have to take them out to stay at private homes.I mean they couldn’t eat or stay with us.These were my team-mates.” Life after baseball has been a good one for Bud.Him and his wife raised three children, Sheila Kay (Matthews), Debbie Lyn (Cundiff) and Paula Kim (Colbert), all of which still reside in Allen with their families.Bud retired from the government at an early age following an injury.He worked in McAlester at the Naval Ammunition Depot, loading bombs and rockets onto box cars by forklift to send to Vietnam.“I just loved my job, and I could do any other job but that one, but I didn’t want to do any other job, Ireally loved it, I’d a stayed there another 40 years if they hadn’t made me retire from it.” Bud works real hard all day long, he attends two meetings a day down at the Quick Pic (Coffee Break), pumps $3.30 into his vehicle and proceeds to patrol the streets of Allen until the fuel is gone, then it’s time to go home.Once home, Bud engages in happy hour from 3:00 – 5:00 during the winter months, and 3:00- 7:00 during the summer months.Actually, that’s how I met up with him.I knew where to find him after three, so I went there, we kicked his buddy Dickey Clifford out, climbed in the jeep and sat there and talked for over an hour. “There’s some real good people in Allen.My best friend since I was around 5 or 6 years old, and still is, is Bill Griffin.He’s a real good man, always has been a good Christian man.He’s always been my best friend!He’s one of the best men you will ever know! Every day we still talk, we meet at the coffee shop or on the street somewhere.We mighta had one little o’l squabble years ago, and I mean just a little one, but we never had any real bad outs, and I’ll tell ya, I wasn’t just the easiest feller to get a long with.”Talkin like this really brings back some good memories.I haven’t thought about some of this in a long time.The city of Allen was really behind me.Back then it cost a lot to drive to McAlester. The only time my Grandma Claude Kidwell, got to come see me play ball was in McAlester, and it was Buddy Yount night.She had never been to a ball game, and the announcer got to talking and said somethin along the lines of “there’s one man out at second, and another died at third.”Well Granny said, “What happened to that poor boy?” She really thought that a man died, but she didn’t know no difference.” Buddy Yount night was a great evening for Buddy and all those from Allen who attended. “They gave me a small suit case; I still got it in the house.They thought I was going to travel so they bought me a suitcase and gave to me that night.I don’t mean the McAlester people, I mean the Allen people that came to the game, they brought it and gave it to me there. They were true fans drivin up there.Ruby, my mom, she was my best fan of everybody! She’d drive plum to Chickasha, she and my step-dad just to see me play.Bill was one fine man and a heck of a ball player himself.My dad, CM. never did get to see me play.He drove up to Shreveport one time, but all I got to do is warm up in the ball pen.That’s the closest he ever got to come to see’n me play.” The legacy continues as Bud’s grandson, Justin Colbert, an Allen graduate, plays college baseball for OSU!Not to mention, Chad Colbert, a junior at Allen.“All my kids and grandkids have been good in sports and went to college for it.Well heck, Katie was a great athlete herself, she could really play ball.My girls, all played great ball. Paula went three straight years with a 24pt. average; the other two were guards and great ones at that.Jodi (Watkins) and Cheryl were standouts themselves while, Kanan (Mathews), John (Cundiff) and Justin were also great football players, some of the best to go through Allen and I have seen a lot of them.The Postokes, Tim, was great.The Caldwells, Chris and Steven, Dickey Pegg, Brian Rockey, there’s just so many of them.Even now all these kids everyone is watching.And of course everyone knows Adam Colbert; he’s the biggest fan in Allen, super young man.One time, Justin made seven touchdowns in one game!I have a feeling though that Chad may put us all in our place!” I always think I was good enough to make it with the big leaguers, if I hadn’t hurt my arm.We’ll never know so I can think it.Gotta be confident.I wasn’t no smart alek, but ---------.I don’t regret any of it; I really had a good time. Wouldn’t change it for nothin.Outside of my high school days and sports, it’s one of the best parts of my life. It’s just one of those things that very few people get to do, or don’t get the chance, but I did get a chance.I started off good but I didn’t finish it, and I usually finish what I start, but I didn’t that.
It’s nearly 60 years later and as Bud turns 76 this Saturday, January 7, I told him we would meet again in 20 years and do this again.Of course he will have to pencil me in around coffee break, patrolling and happy hour, but if he’s still doing that in 20 years, it will be well worth the wait.HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUD!(maybe you’ll get that $10.00 from Ruby that she still owes you***)
One Pharmacist's View By: Wayne Bullard, P.D.
The train was just scooting right on down the tracks.The ice storm had shut down the roads and it was hard to walk, much less drive.I was fascinated by the train being unaffected by the heavy ice. No, I’m not talking about the ice storm of 2007 but 1949 when it sleeted and snowed and then came a good rain that turned the whole mess into a frozen iron-like ice. Unlike the cars and trucks, the trains were notorious for staying in service during winter storms.Not so anymore.One of the first casualties of our recent ice storm was the Heartland Flyer, the only passenger train left plying the rails in Oklahoma these days.The news item said that service was suspended because of icy conditions.I guess like the rest of us, train service is getting wimpier too.One Oklahoma City booster remarked in the same paper that OKC needed light rail transit because it would keep going and get residents to work in bad weather like this; I guess he didn’t read on the other page about the Flyer and its timid crews being parked. We didn’t worry about stuff like the ice and mass transit over at Stonewall in 1949.In fact, I can report first hand what was on our minds those wintertime days over 50 years ago: What is the temperature in the classroom.Every classroom in the Stonewall school had a gas burning open flame heater, a reliable thermometer on the wall and a motivated Superintendent keeping a close watch to make sure it stayed above 55 degrees. The gas system serving the Town of Stonewall in those days was supplied from (where else?) the oil field out southwest of town.The pipes carrying the gas were on top of the ground and condensate would collect in these pipes which the gas would supposedly keep blown out—except when it got too cold.Then, some of the lines would freeze up, limiting the amount of gas making its way into town and of course, it being so cold, everyone in Stonewall would attempt to turn their fires up and the net result was lower pressure and the flames got smaller and the trusty thermometers on the wall started to keep track of our classroom misery. The Board of Education had ruled that 55 degrees was the magic misery number.A person could learn at 56 but not 55 or less.Just how they figured all that out is beyond my abilities of discernment, but they knew, and Mr. D. D. Duke knew.At 55 degrees, Mr. Duke always did the right thing. He turned out the school!That may be one of the main reasons that I liked Mr. Duke so much; that and the fact that he handled this duty with ceremony and dignity as he protected his charges from the harmful drafts and chills of those cold days so long ago. Temperatures outside the classroom didn’t matter.My brother Gerald and I always went rabbit hunting on those glorious days when school let out in Stonewall, Oklahoma.I don’t think we had a thermometer down in the bottoms and besides, it wasn’t as cold down on Buck Creek as it was up on that windy hill where a school board, in a different time,had constructed a school out of brick, had installed the latest in gas heating stoves and put a thermometer in each room. Back in ’49, natural gas was very cheap in Stonewall, but there wasn’t enough of it when you really needed it.Today, the gas is sky high but there’s plenty of it.Go figure. You can be sure that if you go to church this weekend, the temperature will be just right in the building and your attendance will make you enjoy your weekend a whole lot more. Wayne Bullard, P. D. waynebullard@sbcglobal.net
