And Quite Satisfying
An Actual Handicap
“For Maria was a beauty. And she had decided some years before that there was quite possibly an inverse relationship between feminine beauty and feminine happiness. When she first came to Choctaw Valley, it had taken her almost a year to make any friends at all. Most of the boys were terrified of her, and those who weren’t scared of her were terrified of what the other girls would do if they even talked to her. And needless to say, the girls were usually pretty sullen around her, although in a sweet southern way. All they ever wanted to do whenever they were with her was go to the restroom to check their makeup.”
Book of the Month/March 2020
First, apologies for the late book of the month announcement. Things have been hopping around here. This month, I have selected Age of Entitlement by Christopher Caldwell. The subtitle is America Since the Sixties, and if you are among those who have been wondering what on earth actually happened to us, this book will answer …
Admittedly . . .
“Maria Barancho had been a fixture at Choctaw Valley for some years now, but she was an odd-out sort of fixture. She was a black-haired, brown-eyed Italian in the midst of a bunch of pale Celts who, for some reason, liked to think of themselves as Anglo-Saxons. This is like a German confusing himself with a Frenchman, but the history is admittedly complicated.”
A Brief Rejoinder to Preston Sprinkle
Introduction: I met Preston Sprinkle a few years ago in Denver when we debated the question of guns for a Q conference. He was affable, well-spoken, and intelligent. We got on well. At the ...
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An Acquired Taste
“He was a sturdy young man—a fellow that people usually considered good looking, eventually and somewhat reluctantly, after they had gotten over their first shock. Trevor was an acquired taste.”
Grateful for Tuesdays
Letter to the Editor: "Trump represents that kind of threat for all kinds of reasons, mostly having to do with the divine sense of humor." LOL. Isn't that the truth! Mike ...
The Best Kind of Ruckus
“The day was a beautiful one, and the birds in the surrounding foliage, unaware of the human drama that was gathering down below them on the asphalt, just continued on with their melodious ruckus.”
An Evangelical Case for Four More Years
Introduction: As the field of candidates on the Democratic side starts to shape up, if you can call it that, one’s thoughts turn naturally to what the heck we are supposed to do in the fall, when ...
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Real Hearty
“The development officer for Choctaw Valley was usually all grins and spectacles, always ready with a hearty handshake.”
Flags Out Front, p. 8