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Remember When

  • It’s time to change school start time

    I’m telling you, when I get all grown up, things are gonna change for the better around here.
    The very first thing on my short list is making sure the powers that be don’t start school until summer is over. The school board folks just start and stop school when they get good and ready.
    Shucks, things are just getting all organized. The grass isn’t growing so fast any longer that I have to mow every week.

  • ‘Remember When’ has run its course

    It's been fun sharing some of my oldtime adventures with you.  We have walked hand-in-hand along the sidewalks of Lancaster, browsed the store windows along Main Street, scampered for tadpoles in the rain filled pools along the railroad tracks and relived those hot summer nights as we sweltered beneath the covers fearful of the sounds of boogers and other monsters of the night creeping on the stair steps.

  • Run-in with revenuer left Daddy smelling bad

    From Dec. 1, 1944, to Dec. 31, 1952, my father was sheriff of Lancaster County. Times have certainly changed.
    Daddy was a rather closed-mouthed individual, which worked sometimes, but caused him considerable anguish at other times.
    The area media and The Lancaster News were critical because he rarely gave interviews or issued press releases on criminal cases.  
    Only in his later years did he confide that it was up to magistrates and judges to determine guilt and folks shouldn’t be tried in the court of public opinion.

  • A ghost reappears from Gay Street past

    Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, we were indeed waiting our turn.

    I glanced up to see a ghost from my past, whom I hadn’t seen since making the final arrangements for my mother and father so many years ago.

    My son was oblivious to the man’s presence and was engrossed in a story about the recreational upgrades for Indian Land in Wednesday’s copy of The Lancaster News.

    I nudged my boy and asked, “Hey, you know who that fella is?”

  • New not always better

    I have often heard it said that “change is good.”

    In the last 70-plus years, I have found out that some promises of change backfire.

    New ain’t always better.

    As soon as my daughter’s broken leg heals, I’m gonna ask her if the “new” leg is an improvement over the old one.

    I’ve been keeping track of the CNN storm that fell on Lancaster.

  • Winter beach trip is worth it

    I know beach sand doesn’t mix with frosty window panes and cold mornings, but bless Pete, I was ready for a change.

    So when Uncle Harry mentioned riding to the coast, I was all for it. Uncle Harry’s friend, Dr. Brown and his smoking buddy, Mr. Plyler, hatched the plan.

    “Harry, you ought to take a few days off from lawyering and so something different,” Dr. Brown said.

  • It's time to tell the truth on Tiger

    Holy smoke, at times, we do the stupidest things.

    I just finished reading more bad news about those of us who are Lancaster.

    Dangling a rambunctious child over a chained-up pit bull?

    Nothing good ever comes from adults behaving like children. To hear of such things makes the real grown-ups really mad.

    Seems like some folks need to grow up. 

  • Morpheus makes me sleep walk down Main Street

    I was worrying myself sick over the CNN report about Lancaster being so downtrodden and hopeless. 

    Then I got wind that local folks are putting up banners to let the world know that something was going on around town. 

    Good for them.

    Sorta reminds me of the Victory Garden signs from World War II. 

    Visible reminders are a good way to let us know there is work for all of us to do.  

  • Bicycle wheel turns full circle

    I’ve often heard the expression that folks should be careful when pointing fingers of blame at someone else. When we do, three fingers are pointing back at us.

    I ain’t taking the heat for the financial trouble of Sears and Kmart.

    In late December, they announced plans to padlock 80 stores in the United States.

    The blame for this should be firmly placed on the shoulders of greedy executives who were looking into a fishbowl instead of a crystal ball down at the carnival.

  • Winter weather can get finicky

    In 1972, Arlo Guthrie recorded a song about a nightly passenger train that travels the 934-mile stretch from Chicago to the Big Easy.

    I can’t recall all the lyrics of “The City of New Orleans,” but the chorus  makes reference to the train going “500 miles when the day is done.”

    You know, I can identify with that these days. I have to travel 500 miles to get to my granddaughter’s Maryland home.