Opinion

The Maynard Gang

The boys at the Maynard Cafe and the Maynard Pitch Parlor often speak in the language of our previous generations for our own amusement. Truth be told, some of us speak that way naturally. One of the advantages of being a retired educator is that, unless making a speech, proper pronunciations and grammar are no longer requisite. In other words I have reverted to my redneck roots. This column will attempt to recreate conversations of a bygone time.

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Arkansas House

As the holiday season approaches, many of us are starting to think about our shopping lists and where we want to spend our hard-earned money. Now is the perfect time to consider supporting small businesses in Arkansas.

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Just Jana

The other night around 1am I went to the facilities. I saw a HUGE buck and about 8 does playing in the back yard. Jumping and running, chasing each other, etc. I came back to bed and woke up the snoring man. He got up and went to the French doors with his phone camera. I dozed off and on until he came back to bed. Around 4 a.m. I woke up to use the facilities again and he’s wide awake reading on his phone. I said “Have you been awake this whole time?” He said “Always wake me up. It was totally worth it!” He’s slept in that day. I don’t know if I can stress this enough. Unless it has crashed through the French doors and is rummaging through the fridge for snacks, do not under any circumstances, wake me up to look at a deer.

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From Scratch

The holiday glow of Thanksgiving is starting to dim, but my fridge is still shining with its own turkey and gravy fueled brilliance. I’m talking about the mountain of actual Tupperware containers stacked inside like Tetris-none of those margarine tubs pretending to be airtight over here. The sight is both comforting and slightly overwhelming, like I’m hosting a food hoarder’s convention in my kitchen.

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From Scratch

Thanksgiving has always been more than a meal for my family-it’s a weekend of memories steeped in tradition. For years, we would pile into the car and make the trip to Missouri to spend Thanksgiving at my grandparents’ house.

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Life is a Journey

Written November 17, 2024 We got our hometown paper (from Oklahoma) out of the mail last week and found much to Cubert’s and my distress that the hangout of our youth is slated to be taken down soon. Now, Schoolcraft’s was the happening place for teenagers, back in our day.

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