I Pledge Allegiance to…

If you don’t count Sunday School, I attended my first classroom in Ringold, Oklahoma somewhere around 1951. It was a two room affair; my Primary class (the equivalent of Kindergarten, I guess) and all classes below High School met in the large room while all the Big...

Everyone Gets Needled From Time to Time

(This is a column that the local newspaper printed. The “debate” started when a local suggested that the high school mascot be changed from Redskins to something a less offensive.)   A co-worker once told me his biggest take-away from college was his...

It’s Getting Scary Out There

Getting out of the house was a breeze for eight year old J.R. His family’s large Victorian was packed with costumed partiers talking at a level three feet over his head. The werewolf preaching to the man in an Obama mask did pat J.R. on the head as he snuck by. Wonder...

Titus, Julius and Me

One of the most common complaints I heard in high school was “How in the world am I ever gonna use this out in the world?” For a lot of us in pegged pants and Pendleton shirts that question pretty much covered all our classes. Since the science staff had deemed that I...

The Minstrel Mentality

Recently we observed the 50th anniversary of MLK’s “I Have a Dream” speech, a classic plea for racial equality in the US (with most commentators, of course, conveniently leaving out King’s lamenting of the growing legions of poor in this country and his growing...