I’m told I have the music turned up too loud when I am driving by myself. Linda says she can hear me turn in the driveway, not from the sound of my wheels on our gravel driveway, but by the music blasting from the inside of my car. But I was born and raised in an age of loud music.

I think everyone has wondered where lottery profits go. Those gains don’t seem to go to our schools. Maybe our School Board should be buying tickets every week in hopes of evening out the game.

Chicken, pollo, poulet, chook, huhn; every language in the world has a word for chicken. Whether in some countries there is little or no chicken to go around, the population knows what a chicken is and they could show you a way to cook it. Chicken is not the “other white meat” it is the white meat and the dark.

The Midlo folks are harping again. You know the people that live on the other side of the Chesterfield Mountains dwelling beyond the snowy foothills of Hull in the great Genito woods.