Columns & Opinions

Letter to the Editor

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I am proud to be a citizen of the United States and especially, Bosque County. As an Early Voting Ballot Board judge, I am honored to count and protect all citizens votes.

COVID in October

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Many of my weekly columns and comic strips have been COVID-related these last few months. Columns may be informative, but cartoons are comic relief. For a long time, it was difficult to think of other things. The situation still keeps changing, providing something new to write or draw. And it’s difficult and unhealthy for the humans to remain at high alert for such long periods of time. Despite the fact that there are more active cases, things seem to be settling down. Maybe we’re just becoming accustomed to dealing with it. I can’t wait until the upcoming election is over. Do you feel the same? Talk about high alert! I’m sick of the news, hate, and divisiveness.

Windmill Odyssey, Part III: Death by Windmill

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I’m often inspired to write after near death experiences out here, or when minor catastrophes befall me; in other words, just about all the time. Life in the country’s full of things that break and need repairs. Stuff always happens when we least expect it. My last columns involved digging a trench to our old windmill. This story revolves around that same windmill.

Parker joins Bosque Publications crew

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The Clifton Record and Meridian Tribune have a new face at the helm of the news department. Cristin Parker, former Editor of The Cherokeean in Rusk, has taken over as editor of both publications. Her first official day was Thursday, Oct. 1,

Houston-Dallas bullet train company says it’s on fast track

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Texas’ first- and third-largest cities could be in daily commuting distance from each other via the high-speed Texas Central Railroad. Proponents of the proposed bullet train hailed two historic milestones last week: The Federal Railroad Administration released its rules of the road for the project and approved the environmental review and route for the track between Houston and Dallas.

Windmill Odyssey, Part II

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When it rains, it pours. Literally. The day before the trench was to be dug--- to run the wire to our ancient windmill--- in a perfect example of Murphy’s Law of Coincidence--- the forty-year-old pump for the sucker rod assembly gave out with no notice whatsoever. It just quietly burned up and died, and I mourned its passing. My uncle took that motor out of something else many years ago. It coaxed water from that shallow well since the wind stopped doing the job back when I was a little girl. For the days it was out, I missed the comforting, familiar sound of the rods going up and down in the background.