LETTER TO THE EDITOR ORGAN DONATIONS
I so enjoyed and appreciated your column on organ donation. First, let me say that I grew up near the old Bob-O-Link Golf Course/Williamson Road area. Many of my youthful days were spent at White Rock Lake in the innocent days of the ’50’s, so I surely qualify as an old White Rocker. Indeed, I am that… I’m now 73 and a half years young, alive because of an unselfish kidney donor. June 4th I will celebrate 11 years with my donated kidney...
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
You know you’re really old when you don’t even recognize the name, or purpose, of a “recreational” drug you hear about.
Some kids in my son’s freshman Chinese class were busted this past week for “huffing” during class – during final exams! Seriously? Ninth graders? They aren’t even 16 years old yet. And five out of 12 in my son’s class were doing the huffing or puffing.
They used some ballpoint pen-looking type of drug paraphernalia to suck...
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR So much for summer fun!
Darn, if I wasn’t just trying to give my children a good time. I literally had to force them to go to Six Flags of Texas this past Sunday during Memorial Day weekend. Six Flags, mind you! As a kid, I would have jumped at the chance.
Not my children. They were perfectly happy sleeping in and being lazy after spending a full Saturday at the DFW International Festival in the Centennial Building at Fair Park.
My 89-year-old mother went, too, and ...
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR The answer, my friend…
Is whistle while you work!
My daughter could put Snow White’s seven dwarfs to shame. She whistles all the time. She whistles while doing her (home) work, while at play after school and darn near every night in her peaceful-to-watch sleep. She just seems incredibly happy most of the time, and that inner joy manifests into her constant whistling. I’m so blessed.
But she hates thunderstorms. Me? I love them, unless I don’t have all my ducks (i.e....