One Pharmacist's View

My eyes could not believe what they saw. A mob marching down Shartel St. in Oklahoma City — Breaking windows and making demands. The police were escorting them. Protecting their rights to free speech and the marches continue, to this day. Property damage and wanton vandalism everywhere.

Never one to love a trip to the dentist, I found myself in one’s lair last week. You may remember last week I told you about my hectic and aborted trip to see my new girl doctor up at the VA and after a hectic and tardy start—I got a call to not come. Well that was not good.

So, I said to myself just last week, I have got this old age stuff whipped. Pushing 86 my next birthday I quietly made plans to just go ahead and live to be 106. I mean, why not? It’s just will power. Sounded easy enough then. But along came Thursday. I had a 9:00 a.m.

What in the heck is a Woke Taliban? These newest protestors now rampaging and terrorizing America. The term “WOKE” refers to “social awareness.” While the name Taliban refers to the Afghanistan’s who fought (with US aid) against the Russians during that conflict.

Allen has a long and colorful history. The earlier Cold Springs name came long ago when settlers heading west passed through this area on their way to (where else?) further out west. Many stopped here because of the cold springs. Some simply stayed a bit, camping on the river.

The young people have their texting codes . . . however little do they know that us ole timers have our codes also . . .

Easter was subdued and strange in Allen this year. There were no Easter church services this year. Stores were mostly locked and empty. Shopping centers in the cities are shuttered. There is no Annual Easter Egg Hunt in Allen City Park.

Here it is. Another week. Same old Corona virus. Well not really. But it does make me think of the old 1918 Spanish Flu that swept the world. In 1918 there was not much radio and no TV. News traveled slow.

The worst of long days? Who can say? Depends on where and who you are. And did it affect your life and where your live? My first awareness of wars came on a Sunday in December of 1941.

When a kid I nearly always welcomed a good snow. Even if it meant wading through the cow lot doing the milking and taking care of ungrateful livestock under bad conditions. Maybe close the school? For sure it changed the looks of things and hid the liter that covered our Oklahoma countryside.