I remember the last time I saw Harry Whittaker. We were standing in a pasture in the gathering dusk of a late May evening in 1977, just hours removed from walking across a stage at the Adams Gymnasium in a flat hat and shaking the hand of Dennis Pannel. We talked that night and reminisced and in parting, he wished me well in life and we shook hands…
I have a running debate with my son about his electric lawn mower. He is a meteorologist, smart, sensitive to the atmosphere and to the environment. I applaud him for that sustainable virtue. But, I also like to play devil’s advocate and…
In a recent Sunday sermon, Daryl presented the Salt and Light challenge. We were asked to be salt and light, accepting envelopes filled with various amounts of money to distribute throughout Bartlesville in the name of God.
I have two faces. My nice face smiles on cue and stops at neighborhood lemonade stands, tosses five dollar bills in the tip jar when the barista is not looking and eats blackberry cobbler with cream. My ugly face sprinkles tip jars…
My sister once saved my two-year old brother from a 65 mph collision with the interstate pavement as he consumer tested the classic front swing death door in the backseat…
