Rear view Regrets Someone told me “Windshields are big and rear view mirrors are small for a reason. We are meant to live looking forward, not backward.” True that, but easier said than done.

A preacher said to a farmer, “Do you belong to the Christian family/” “No,” he said, “they live two farms down.” “No, I mean are you lost?” “No, I’ve been here thirty years.” “I mean, are you ready for Judgement Day?” “When is it?” “Could be today or tomorrow.” “Well, when you find out for sure when it is, you let me know. My wife will probably want to go both days!” A pastor places his order at the pet store.

I had amnesia once… or twice Protons have mass. I didn’t even know they were Catholic. I am neither for nor against apathy. All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy. If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses side-saddle.

Ain’t This A Wonderful Country! The wind was whipping my pants pretty hard and I could hear the dust hitting my car, parked there in front of the courthouse of Cimmaron County— Boise City, Oklahoma. An impressive plaque recounted the date (July 5, 1943) that the Air Force, by mistake bombed Boise City.

As most of you know, Jack Sherry Real Estate is undergoing a massive renovation. Recently some of the siding was taken down and the sign pictured was exposed.

From a letter by John Adams to Abigail Adams, his wife, dated July 3, 1776 . .

You are in the middle of a few projects at your home: putting in a new fence, painting the basement walls, putting in a new garden. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt and paint.

There are a lot of things being updated for the “baby boomers” including some classic tunes. One of our “baby boomer” readers recently shared some of her favorite “updates” .

Will Rogers’ legacy remembered We Oklahomans recallwithpridethefact that noted humorist Will Rogers was from the Sooner State and didn’t mind telling about his heritage to people in Hollywood, Washington DC, the South, overseas and any other place where people would listen.

I grew up attending small, country churches. In fact, when I was growing up, there was no such thing as a megachurch. We didn’t have a clue about bands, light shows or PowerPoint. If you had asked me what a megachurch was, I might have pointed you toward a church in town that had 300 in attendance. It was bigger than my elementary and middle schools combined.