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My Mom’s stepfather was a nice old guy and I loved him very much. But he talked a lot, chewed tobacco, and told some of the same stories over and over.

At this stage of life, I spend a lot of time looking for things. (glasses, keys, pens, etc.) One of our readers said he thought of me when he read the following. Some of you other “old timers” might also identify with it.

Are we, at last, in the final days of this great Pandemic? Some sources still run on about fresh outbreaks in scattered places, but the overall picture is good. Cases are declining. Each week hundreds of thousands are receiving their shots. Over.

Oreo Cookies now Political?

Walker Ray (Corky) my wife Pat and I made a drive down to Eastern Oklahoma some years ago. Our destination was Maxie Cemetery, about a mile off US-270 a few miles this side of Wister, Oklahoma.

May we always remember the long 17 days we just endured. It may not have been as entertaining as the winter of ’48 but so far it sure has my attention. It has been a time of something just getting worse. And yes it could have been worse. For many others it was. For me it started out on the 5.

Betty Hanner writes that we all like to complain about the cold weather Ɖ while we are snuggled in woolen socks, fleece-lined boots, thermal underwear, down-filled coats and whatever else we need to brave the cold outdoors.

My old daredevil friend Bobby Newport of Stonewall could figure anything out — if he wanted to. Even in Ms.

So, it was on Tuesday the 2 . Since we do not have any real groundhogs, here in Allen, such as Punxsutawney Phil, I thought I would watch the yard closely on Tuesday. What could I watch for? I have a busy crowd of gophers, moles, and armadillos.

Dear Allen Mustang Community,