The night I killed my boss' beloved dog
It was late afternoon the day I accidentally killed my boss’s dog, so chances we’d ever work together again seemed remote.
Libya probe raises questions
As information continues to emerge about the Sept. 11 terrorist attack in Libya, evidence has grown stronger that the Obama administration’s response, both before and after the assault, was inadequate at best.
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- Energy rhetoric no solution
Time running out for action
In less than 90 days, the military will face devastating spending cuts accompanied by massive lay-offs to the defense industry unless President Obama and Senate Democrats work with House Republicans to stop the sequester.
The power of the poet
A poet has the power to capture a world of experience in just a few words. Don Williams noted this as he discussed the Bob McDill-penned song Good Old Boys Like Me. In commenting on the lines “Then daddy came in to kiss his little man / With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand / He talked about honor and things I should know / Then he’d stagger a little as he went out the door,” he said, “That’s a novel.”
Inhofe vs. climate change
One thing you can say about Oklahoma’s U.S. senators — they don’t particularly give a hang about what anyone thinks of them.
It's now up to Spencer Bond to make change permanent
I have to admit I was sorta happy when East Central lost the toss before Saturday’s game against Arkansas-Monticello.
I'll be funny next week
September is always a sad month. My Grampa Sam died on the third of September 1971 and my daddy died on the 20th of September 1986. Even if I hadn’t had the date of my Grampa’s death emblazoned on my brain, the song Papa Was a Rolling Stone would have branded it there forever: “It was the third of September / a day I’ll always remember / because that was the day the my daddy died...”
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