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Mine Creek Revelations: Read My Mind


YES, I AM STILL HERE peeking out my window on Main Street, and I want to test your mind-reading and Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) capabilities with a simple test.

If you have ESP you already knew I was going to do this.

Sunday afternoon I watched some television. Was I watching:

The SEC Network’s rerun of the Missouri-Arkansas football game, or

The International Ice Skating Championships, or

The High Society With the Kardashians Show.

Hint: The term “Triple Axel” was used several times in the one I watched. And I hate ice skating competitions.

It has now been five seasons since I picked the Arkansas Razorbacks to win a game in this newspaper’s weekly sports feature. That dates back to the last, miserable weeks of the Chad Morris era.

At another place where people post their thoughts about the Hogs I wrote that I don’t expect to win every game, but I just don’t want our team to look so INEPT as we lose yet another game to a cupcake opponent. This year we have looked so INEPT that I have given up.

Maybe Dan Enos, our former, shortime offensive coordinator, will land somewhere and offer Sam Pittman a job.

AND YOU DON’T hear me complain about the Razorback basketball team often, but I’m breaking that trend now.

It seems to me that this crop of cagers may be spending more time in hair-styling class than in literature or biology classrooms.

Since I don’t argue with success I will refrain from offering any more suggestions to Coach Muss.

I actually feel a little guilty for ranting about the Razorback football team. I don’t send money to the athletic department. I don’t sent money to the boosters (Razorback Foundation). I don’t (can’t) buy tickets. So, I’m riding for free.

Except that I am an alumnus, class of ’70. I want our athletes to attend class, NOT be an embarassment, and to be able to sing the ‘alma mater’ and the fight song.

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MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE. NASA has a neat little project which I’ve joined. We (NASA) are sending a spacecraft 1.8 billion miles to Europa, one of the 90 moons of the Planet Jupiter. For free you can have the space agency put your name onboard the spacecraft.

The downside is if there are hostile residents of Europa they may repay the visit and come looking for you.

So, I have signed up using some other person’s name and address. I used Nick Saban’s.

Or, maybe it was yours. Haha.

Sign up at the NASA site.

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AMONG THE DATES to circle on your December calendar is Friday, Dec. 15, when the Howard County Extension Homemakers Council has its annual bake sale.

I’m not so sure of the hours, but the sale will be at the EHC House on 2nd St. Don’t get between me and the goodies. Drool.

AND ANOTHER date — Saturday, Dec. 2, Junior Auxiliary’s popular Breakfast With Santa, from 9-11 in the First Baptist Family Activities Building on 2nd St. A chance for kiddies to sit on Santa’s lap and confide Christmas wishes. Also, drool, pancakes and trimmings.

Once again, Junior Auxiliary has forbidden Mrs. Claus to try to sit on Santa’s lap. They went beyond just a stern note; they got a court order.

AND ANOTHER DATE — Hometown Christmas Open House sponsored by the Howard County Historical Society will be Sunday, Dec. 3, from 2-4 at both museums (you can walk from one to the other, and the ambulance headquarters is in-between, should you — huff, puff — have the need).

There will be musical entertainment, children singing and refreshments (no Jack Daniel Eggnog). The former Mrs. Claus is not allowed to sit on Santa’s lap here, either.

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THINGS I LEARNED by opening an email: “I’m not saying I’m old and worn out, but I make sure I’m nowhere near the curb on trash day.”

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LOOK UP! I made a mental note to go out and look at the full ‘Beaver Moon’ Sunday night. It was very very bright at about 2:30 when I stepped out on my patio to look. It was also very cold. Temps had already fallen into the arctic zone, so I barely had time for just a glance.

If I were younger and tougher I’d stay out late just to watch the heavens before the shivvers force me back inside.

Also, I hurried back inside because even at 2:30 there is a slight chance that some nosy neighbor might look out a window and be offended by the sight of a fat old man in his underwear on the patio mooning.

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WORD GAMES. The noisy kids: Aces and Eights. It has something to do with a card game, I believe.

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HE SAID: “Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” Marcel Proust, French essayist

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SHE SAID: “Your hands, your eyes, your voice, your thoughts are your servants.” Loretta Young, my grandmother’s favorite actress

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