Fellow Clintonites,
Today is the 164th day of 2020 and the 86th day of spring.
People complaining about government is as common as a windy day in western Oklahoma.
This is not 1968. At least not yet.
I want to make it clear that we are not adopting a dog.
The lights went out early on May 29, just before a private Mass I was to participate in. The timing all seemed to make some sense in those dark early morning minutes.
Dear Doctor: I’m 102 years old and a World War II veteran. My problem is that I pass a lot of gas. Several days ago, I had an apple and a small piece of sweet potato, and I stunk up the whole house. I had to open all of the windows and doors. Do you have any suggestions?
Last week a man from eastern Oklahoma told a reporter that he was not going to ever respond to the U.S. Census.
Session has adjourned. It’s been a rough year between struggling energy prices and the health crisis.
Every day I look down the trail in either direction, checking to see if anyone is coming. I'd just as soon no one knew I was talking to a tree.