For most of my adult life, I’ve bought into the “balance of nature” thing, perhaps ignited by reasonable absorption of elementary school “book learnin’” about plants, oxygen, carbon dioxide, tides and other stuff.

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There was much to chatter about when Uncle Mort reached his mailbox down the lane. A neighbor on the next farm was fetching his mail too, the day was sunny and warm, and their chance meeting suggested that a protracted visit loomed.

A friend observed that we have arrived at the time of year when Americans take on the weighty matter of discussing weight loss. As a rule, that’s as far as it goes. As the wordsmith said, “When everything is said and done, usually more is said than done.” Talk is cheap.

For decades, four words have been used to magnify success achieved by remarkable individuals. The words? “Only in America could.”… Following this opening are tributes to support such a lofty claim.

My Uncle Mort’s telephone is almost always warm, mostly due to the heat generated from his hand held firmly against his cheek, wherein is a jawbone that’s almost always yakking. 

I don’t know much about the Mormon Church, but I’ve always viewed most adherents as being generous with both their gifts and their time.

He stood there, gazing at the Salvation Army kettle on the town square. It was Christmas Eve, and my Uncle Mort--106 and counting--solemnly offered a “mental salute” to the woman as she joyfully rang her bell. Frail of body and warmed only by a tattered coat given to the Army last year, she …

“I don’t think he’s avoiding thoughts about the true meaning of Christmas, but his mind seems to wander off into the tall weeds about gifts that might be coming his way,” said Aunt Maude,” who has been “hitched” to Uncle Mort for more than 80 years.

Conversations about the life of President George H. W. Bush didn’t remain on shore as more than 3,000 folks left Galveston last week for a short cruise on the Carnival Valor. About the time we put out to sea, the United States’ 41st president was completing the final miles of life’s journey,…

‘Tis a puzzlement. Can anyone on the planet engage us to the degree that a 20th century icon did?

For more than 15 years, I’ve attempted to write pieces to elicit smiles--however faint--and/or to inspire. I believe a great majority of them have been “upbeat.”

If there should be an appeal for volunteers to search for innocence lost, misplaced or forfeited in recent decades, sign me up. The downward spiral has been gradual, unlike Dorothy’s sudden realization--upon her arrival at Oz’s Emerald City--that she and her friends weren’t in Kansas anymore. 

Just as “puppy love” is real to the puppy, so also are “thrill rides.” And, whether on land or sea, let’s leave it to participants to decide if such rides deserve to have the “thrill” adjective in their names. 

“You can look it up.” Late sports writing giant Blackie Sherrod was fond of using this quote. He repeated it often in a half-century of columns, attempting to keep sports in the context of a larger world.

The late Harry Truman, whom we always regarded as “unbridled” until here lately, advised folks affected adversely by the heat to stay out of the kitchen.

If ordered to stop and think, opposition to the edict would emerge quickly. There’d be protests, fist-shaking, social media barrages and other assorted demonstrations, like lines drawn in sand.

Come Friday, August 31, tens of thousands of high school football fans who’ve been in countdown mode since championship games last December will fill stadiums across Texas, cheering for their favorite teams.

Roger Summers, one of the all-time great writers for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, has long had a way with words. My late mother would have said he “wrote a blue streak.” In retirement, he still takes spells of prolific writing between periods of “hibernation.” (Or maybe it’s the other way around.)

It will be the focus of books yet to be written, and of songs yet to be sung. Rarely does drama equal that of the rescue of a dozen Thai youngsters and their coach. They were assumed lost until flashlights revealed life and fearless rescue team members shared the good news. Voices around the…

Wayne West has been “old school” for decades, long before Mary’s lamb thought about following her to school.

She’s persuasive without being pushy, soliciting Bibles with resolve like the late Clara Peller. You’ll recall how Clara continually questioned, “Where’s the beef?” in Wendy’s long-ago hamburger commercials.

“Ya can’t fix stupid.” It’s a line tossed about daily with abandon. 

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Obituaries

Reginald “Reggy” Paul Henderson of Elmore City, Oklahoma was born to Morris Stephens and Evelyn Naomi (Orr) Henderson on January 14, 1943 in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma and passed from this life on February 9, 2019 in Davis, Oklahoma at the age of 76 years.

Doris Louise Salisbury (Blevins) entered this life on February 4, 1921 and got her wings on February 5, 2019 at the age of 98 years and one day.

I was born in Pauls Valley, Okla., on March 19, 1947 and passed from this life on February 3, 2019 at my home in Paoli, Okla., at the age of 71.

Annette Dobbins of Pauls Valley, Oklahoma was born to Johnny and Dicie (Graves) Lynn on July 29, 1947 in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma and passed from this life on February 1, 2019 in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma at the age of 71 years.