Opinion

I like the story about the little kid digging through the pile of horse manure because “there must be a pony in there somewhere.”

Don’t Worry. Choose Happy.

I was hanging out in the driveway the other day catching some sun and two little boys who are neighbors came walking down the street, one was pushing a scooter and the other a bicycle. Both of these young men had nothing on but athletic shorts — no shirt, no shoes.

The energy in the auditorium was already electric. Every single act in the middle school variety show received thunderous applause, a standing ovation.

I grew up in a great Christian home. I can’t brag enough about how God set me up for Christian success. My parents loved Jesus and I knew it and they set an example for me and I am so grateful.

You don’t have to read many news reports to realize we live in an age of excessive superlatives. In the ranking of English language comparisons, we know “superlative” is the form of an adverb or adjective that’s the highest degree of a descriptor.

The town square is calm, the crowd of people is gone, volunteers emptied the trash and the third annual Paluxy Music Festival (PMF) is a year away.