Is Interstate 35 the highway to heaven or the highway to hell? Folks on the American lunatic fringe agree about one thing. The 1,500-mile road from Laredo, Texas, to Duluth, Minn., has near cosmic significance. But the whack-jobs are in radical disagreement about the meaning of the four-lanes of asphalt.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve decided that Daylight Saving Time is just one big pain in the gluteus maximus.
An announcement in church last Sunday reminded everyone to set their clocks ahead. I decided I’m not going to.
As far as I’m concerned, if God had wanted earth’s rotation to be convenient for us, he would have installed some sort of dial in a fairly handy location so that we could adjust the speed at which our planet goes around the sun.
USD 410’s latest budget challenge is surprising only in its timing. Word of an ongoing enrollment decline within the district has surfaced every so often. Most of us simply got used to the way the administration was able to absorb the accompanying reductions in state aid with little or no visible impact from the outside. Now to hear somewhat suddenly and urgently that the situation is serious enough to consider staff reductions is disconcerting.
None of the candidates for president from either party suit me at all. I couldn’t and wouldn’t campaign for any of them nor would I send them one dime. No matter who wins, we get more of the same.
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