One Pharmacist's View

late summer when we are greeted by bracing cool air — replacing that hot stuff we’ve had for so long this year.Those cool cloudy days? Not really here at this writing.The Geminid Meteor shower, I suppose, is still scheduled for our viewing pleasure.This was my dad’s favorite.

This old 1909 family picture shows the family of John Robert Bullard (my great-grandfather) and his family standing in front of their home on Lookout Mountain. I found it interesting that their two “valuable” hunting dogs showed up too.

Each year the nation celebrates "President's Day." Most of the "TV"celebrations focused onAbraham Lincoln and the American Civil War. This war happened a long time ago and is well beyond the memory of any living persons, but itis not forgotten.Consider this story.

There were four of them that day, sisters named Lora, Cora, Dora and Ruth, and my dad went too. I loaded them all up in my motorhome and we headed East toward what had been home at one time for them. They did not know how to get down there any more but I did, so away we went to Kennedy, Oklahoma.

The 4th? What’s That?One the 4th of July in 1943 I was sort of “imprisoned” at my Grandpa J. T. Bullard’s, far away in East Oklahoma. In the county we call LeFlore. LeFlore is a French word meaning “Flower.”

The 4th? What’s That? One the 4th of July in 1943 I was sort of “imprisoned” at my Grandpa J. T. Bullard’s, far away in East Oklahoma. In the county we call LeFlore. LeFlore is a French word meaning “Flower.”

Is Gambling OK For Me?Years ago, I was the teacher of the elder men’s class at the First Baptist Church here in Allen (a position I no longer hold) and one old guy, tiring of hearing about Moses and Luke and John and other guys like that, wondered what we thought about gambling.

Coco The Orphan I once read a story about a little French orphan girl named “Coco”. I didn’t think I had ever heard of “Coco” but it was her nickname. She was born back in 1883. And besides that, she was a girl who was raised by nuns.

Some stuff you might forget When I was in grade school over at a shrinking town called Cen- trahoma, about all the town's churches dis banded.

Much Ado About Nothing I fear my “career” as an amateur writer may be drawing to an end.The last few years, every time I had another surprising birthday, I figure I need to quit all this and maybe like old "Buda" just sit around.But God has been good to me and who knows what track he might set me...