When you die, there are at least 10 things God WON’T ask you: 1. God won’t ask you what kind of car you drove.

This is a special tribute to those people who were born between 1930 and 1946 or those of you who might know or have known someone from this era: People born during this special time in our country (includes me, of course) are between 76 and 92 years old.

Here’s something I’ll bet you haven’t spent much time thinking about: how do you greet people? Or to put a finer point on the pencil, how do you greet family members? Years ago, when I was a little kid, I would often see my Dad pull his car in the driveway at the end of his workday.

Like so many of us, I have a lot of my family and friends’ birthdates in my phone’s calendar, and I have it set to notify me when a loved one’s birthday is on the horizon.

I think maybe people have been cooped up too long with all the COVID stuff going around. Maybe that explains why I have received some interesting notices from people who have experienced questionable experiences.

THE BREEZY This past week I found a May 28, 1945 copy of “The Breezy”. This was a monthly publication published by the Holdenville Business & Professional Women’s organization.

One, Two, Free! The Fourth of July weekend was approaching, and Miss Pelham, the nursery school teacher, took the opportunity to tell her class about patriotism. We live in a great country,’ she announced. “One of the things we should be happy is that, in this country, we are all free.”

I do not propose to be an expert on very many things but finding jobs after retirement would probably be an area in which I have some experience, but not necessarily a great deal of knowledge. In other words, if I had any sense, I would take these jobs and shove them and become a couch potato.

“STUPID EXPECTS CHANGE – WITH NO CHANGES” It is not an intelligent idea to ignore pain. If you have pain, or had pain in the past – physically, mentally, emotionally, maritally, financially, or any other ‘-ally,’ - there is a reason. Be smart and deal with it.

Credit for these little goodies goes to my No. 1 correspondent, Al Wilburn.