Back to our roots
December is a wonderful, slightly crazy month. Two words – “holiday season” – explain both the wonder and the craziness.
Oh nuts! It’s the day of the party, and you just remembered that you promised to bring an appetizer. Do you go nuts? Absolutely not. When it’s crunch time, there’s nuttin’ to it. Just make a bowl of sweet and spicy, sweet or spicy nuts.
I was ecstatic when I heard that a leader of Martina White’s caliber was elected as the new state representative for the 170th district.
Martina White was the first new Philadelphia Republican elected to the state legislature in the last 25 years. She represents District 170 with a serious demand for change.
Hold the line on taxes
Fresh cranberries, like Christmas, have their season — right now. If you haven’t bought them as yet, get going. After December, fresh crans will be just a memory until next year. When you purchase cranberries, you know you are buying American. Like blueberries and concord grapes, cranberries were born in the USA.
I never understood it, but it was a fact of life — back in the day when most shootings took place on state game lands. Each year on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, our living room was transformed into what looked like an Army/Navy basement sale. It was filled to capacity with camouflage jackets, rain gear, wool socks, orange vests, long johns, waterproof boots and warm hats, just to name a few items. These preparations marked the nearness of the opening day of deer-hunting season — a one-week yearly ritual observed by the men in our family. For the record, my thought on this then and now is: I Stand With Bambi.
Wolf, Kenney have no sense
Thank you, O’Neill’s office