I imagine nearly all of you have heard about Karen Davis, the county clerk in Kentucky who claims she is the victim of religious persecution because the courts require her to issue marriages to gay couples.
A good song lyric is worth a thousand pictures. Particularly those of my beloved golden-oldies that can suddenly grab me, shake me, and throw me right back into a distant place and time I was fairly certain I never wanted to visit again. But once the melodious transportation is complete, I’m almost happy to be sad again.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the things we Americans are afraid of. Among other things, I said our politicians and others often try to scare us for their own purposes and that I could write more on the subject.
While preparing for today’s special section on home improvement, I’ve been thinking about my past domiciles — they’d been called everything from a dorm room on steroids to a health hazard, depending on how much my friends knew about the place.
You may have noticed I love plagiarizing old song lyrics. I’m a reasonably adept wordsmith, but often no words say it better than my favorite songs. Last month, lyrics from “She’s in Love with a Rodeo Man” testified to the longevity of my old dog and old truck. The tradition continues …