One Pharmacist's View

It was a long time ago. The Wayne Bullard family was going on a trip.

From the pages of the British Medical Journal comes the story of a 76-year-old woman complaining of stomach pain. She told her doctor that the long object in her abdomen was a ball-point-pen she had swallowed 25 years earlier.

I always thought it to be a strange name — “Pido.” His four-letter first name had begun its regular appearance in our church bulletins soon after Pearl Harbor had been attacked by the Japanese and sometime later we learned he was a prisoner of war.

I recently read a story on the internet (what could be more reliable than that?) about a Jap who was a big memory from my childhood. Those of you who know me may remember that I am a native of the little Coal County Town called Centrahoma.

When I lived over in Centrahoma, a long time ago, farming was a lot different than what emerged from the 40s and 50s. In my time over there I was a grade school aged kid, and I usually confined “peanut farming” to what I could pick up, shake and fill my pockets for munching.

Yep, it’s that time again, when we all take a look at our past years and cast our eyes forward to the future — which we suppose might be an improvement over the past. It’s Sunday afternoon as I sit down to write this which I will simply think of as my “New Years Column.

There’s nothing like being sick on Christmas day. It sort of reminds me of one time in Stonewall — I had caught the flu (again) and I was sick and tired of it and because of it I had lost a lot of my Christmas season.

At my old age of many Christmas memories, I heard a song on the radio the other day driving back from Oklahoma City. My carload of family was driving back to Allen after attending the funeral of my much-loved brotherin- law, Fred Ellis, in Moore.

I don’t know when I first noticed that a lot of new words were being introduced into my vocabulary. Being an old guy who had practiced pharmacy for many years I first noticed that words that I was not familiar with were being bandied around on my computer.

So why do we still make something of a fuss about “Pearl Harbor Day, December 7, 1941?” It marks an important historical date for America. December 7th marks the first time any nation had dared attack us on our soil.