Papa Rex

With this past weekend being Memorial Day, while I was out taking photos of volunteers putting flowers and flags on the graves of veterans, I found my thoughts wandering away. Over into the Ozarks, to a veterans cemetery in Springfield, Mo.

Oklahomans deserve a choice

Earlier this month, the Oklahoma legislature passed HB 3660, which would allow natural organic reduction, or as it’s more commonly known, human composting, as an option for disposition. It was then vetoed by Gov. Kevin Stitt, who cited “moral and human dignity” as some of the reasons.

The one time I snuck out

That magic time of year has come and gone in Chandler (Alumni, if you weren’t following) and it certainly has conjured upmanyamemory from high school.

Congrats, Graduates!

I struggled coming up with a graduation column. It wasn’t that my own experience was particularly bad. More like it didn’t lend itself to any funny stories that I can share.So, I did the cliche thing. I crowdsourced advice from my friends. And this is the list we came up with.

Happy Birthday, Trey

My baby brother would be 30 today.That is a weird statement to me. First of all, the idea of Trey being 30 is so incredibly foreign. He’ll forever be 20 and gangly inmymind.Ornerywith a charming smile. The kind of guy who weed-eats in Wranglers, boots and no shirt.

Support the arts

I was an arts kid. This is a well established fact at this point.I did theatre. Joined the dance team. Tried out choir. I was even in band for two years in junior high.

Letter to the Editor

I am honored to introduce myself to the community as your new Postmaster. My name is Michael Fesler, and I am very excited to begin this journey serving the residents and businesses of Wellston, Oklahoma.To this role, I bring well-rounded Postal Service experience and a desire to serve.

The paddle story

All of my siblings and I grew up with a fear of the paddle. Granted, none of us save Trey - really got it that much. I remember as a very young child, just Mom saying, “I’m going to get the paddle” would be enough to strike the fear of God in me, and I wouldn’t step out of line.

My mother and the arts

Ifyouhaven’tguessed by now -- after a grand total of two columns since becoming editor I feel incredibly blessed that I grew up with the family I did. All of them.

My mother and the cows

I didn’t grow up on a farm, though we were out in the country. We didn’t have animals outside of our dogs, and at one point, some guinea fowl and chickens (another story altogether). But that didn’t mean we could escape the occasional cattle drive with Papa and MarMar.