One Pharmacist's View

One Pharmacist’s View

Thanksgiving is a kickoff date for the holiday season. So much to be thankful for. God and country and pure clean cold water as near as our tap. Back in 1964 I moved to Allen. I had checked the town out fairly good, I thought. I even asked about the town’s water.

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I was listening to a preacher recently and he spoke on what we perceive as news and what someone else sees as less important. He used as an example, a news date from September 5, 1997. Princess Diana Spencer had been killed in a car wreck in Paris, France a few days before.

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And so there is. In the Bible, the book of Ecclesiastes, a famous King and familiar Bible character, King Solomon, wrote a book on philosophy. You can read a lot of different ideas into this book in the Old Testament. But the most familiar thing is that word time.

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My knowledge of stagecoaches is from watching those old black and white movies of the 40’s. People like Roy Rogers and Hop-along Cassidy saved breathless passengers from the jillions of robbers that hid behind every rock waiting to remove the “strongbox” which nearly always contained a gold...

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The North wind was about as strong as you can imagine on a bright January day, long ago on a hilltop called Highland Cemetery South of Stonewall. My wife’s Uncle Jack had died the week before and he wanted to be buried there in Stonewall. So here we all were.

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It has been said tough times never last but tough people do. The world we knew that practiced capitalism fell apart in 1929. Many liberals world-wide said basically the same thing: “We knew it would happen.” And it appeared for a few years that they might be right.

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We have had several Pandemics over the past 100 years or so. Some of them as scary as this Covid virus. The worse in our times was back 1918, the flu. The scariest one of my own time was the old infectious Polio. This virus, like COVID could kill you— quick.

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When I was small my Grandma Armstrong would head out for the woods. No one seemed to be interested in what she was doing but she was out hunting plants. She would return with roots and such and make medicines out of them.
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