The week ahead will be a busy one for Buckley Public Library. Today at 11 a.m. our toddlers and pre-schoolers will â€˜Dig Into Readingâ€™ for about half an hour. We had a fun time last week, and it was great to see the younger kids again. Wednesday at 10 a.m., the Magic Archaeologist will be passing through Poteau to share his finds with our elementary school kids. At 1 p.m. Wednesday, magician and entertainer Steve Crawford, who seems to know the Archaeologist well, will have a magicianâ€™s workshop for our teens.
If you have been watching the news you have noticed that more and more crime is happening in your local area. And crime does not discriminate between sizes of towns or how good the people are in it.
I live in a town with a population of approximately 3,415 people. But the crime rate has risen each year by at least 20 percent over the last 10 years. Some people blame the local drug issue but that has not been proven at this point. Others believe that low income is to blame. Both are viable points and very likely to be an influence in crime rates rising.
Well, I was out early the other day, having my third cup of coffee and thinking about the fact that summertime is really here. The wind was still, it picks up later in the morning, the sky was clear. It is warm, some would call it hot, and really humid. This got me to thinking about a summertime years ago that was very similar in nature to what we are experiencing today.
I sat down to write this column about something else, but as I began to research I found an interesting site with quotes from Temple Grandin. I have used some of these in the past, but I realized that I needed to share some more. This woman has so much information and knowledge to communicate that will help us as parents and advocates understand a little more about the spectrum of autism.
I was sitting on my front porch having my first cup of coffee, thoroughly enjoying what the morning had to offer. Beautiful day today with a very light breeze, temp around 80 and clear skies. I was thinking about the past few days and a trip my wife and I made to the Ardmore area for a family reunion.
My brother called me the other day to talk about the NSA spying program leaked by Edward Snowden.
He said he has been fascinated by the response of politicians, particularly of their language regarding the incident, and the frequent use of the word treason in describing Snowdenâ€™s actions. Itâ€™s an extreme word used to elicit an emotional response.
The hyperventilating seems to span party lines.
My brother told me his impression is that these politicians are running scared, but he wasnâ€™t sure of what.
The strangest thing happened to me this week. A series of events that I am sure are completely unrelated and coincidental but none the less, strange enough to make a person take pause. Now I am not a big conspiracy theorist, but I have my fair share of thoughts on the capabilities of intelligence agencies and their ability to gather information in a Casper the ghost type fashion. The technology is vast and abundant and we have given the powers that be the ability to track our every move since the inception of the internet and the creation of wireless web.
My big brother, Ben, turns 60 this week. Seems hardly possible.
I still remember him as the athletic, devil-may-care teenager I always idolized.
We always were a kind of Mutt and Jeff combination. He bordered on being lanky, and I always was on the stubby side.
While I always was very concerned with following the rules, my brother generally would invite trouble in for dinner.
There was a great disparity in our athletic abilities. This was particularly evident on the baseball field.
Friday and Saturday I found myself on familiar territory when I visited the flood ravaged communities of Stapp Zoe, Haw Creek and Hontubby. I grew up in Zoe (as most people call it) and the area damaged from raging waters is my old stomping grounds. While I was there, I began to remember how different life down south is compared to living in Poteau.
May was a difficult, heart wrenching month for the state of Oklahoma.Â The lives of at least 40 men, women and children were cut short by tornadoes that ripped through towns and cities. Hundreds were injured, some severely. Almost 4,000 homes and businesses were damaged or destroyed.
In the wake of these terrible storms, we saw suffering and loss.Â But we also saw something else: an Oklahoma Spirit that would not be broken and would not be defeated.