Bad chicken or bad mojo?

As the nurses were hooking me to the defibrillator, I was terrified at the thought of needing to be shocked. I had been wanting Braum’schickenstripswith Braum’s sauce for a week or so when we decided to load up and drive over to have Braum’s for dinner.

Sense of smells

I had just gotten back to my barracks from the base exchange at Clark Air Base in the Phillipines with a box of 35mm camera film. I had bought an Olympus 35mm camera from a buddy and this was the first roll of film I’d bought to run through it.

Letter to the editor

To the editor: Since doing away with one voting day, we will never again have fair elections. Ballot counting going on for days and even weeks leaves too much room for adding or destroyingballots.

Town Talk

Thank you to everyone who came out Saturday night to help the American Legion Auxiliary and Town Talk honor our veterans and current military. Thank you, also, to BancFirst, First Bank & Trust and RCB Bank for generously supporting this event. We received great reviews on the evening.

Missed moments

All those special moments you can never experience again such as your high school graduation, the birth of your children, your wedding day, and countless others. They only come once in a lifetime. You think about all the good things that happened on those days.

Remembering a mother

A woman I haven’t spoken much about in this space is my mother who reared me from shortly after I turned six years old. As many of you are aware, my maternal mother passed away when I was 3½ years old. She died of acute leukemia.

Letter to the editor

The Lincoln County Commissioners should not approve or consider using $1.6 million of county founds, no matter the source, nor approve the Oklahoma State University County Extension Service request for $1.

Town Talk

My special friend and beloved Stroud plant guru Cathy Terry passed away unexpectedly this past week. When I heard Cathy had become ill and had been life flighted to a Tulsa hospital, I was very concerned but never expected to hear the news I received.

In search of keys

I was standing on the front porch Tuesday morning, flipping through my key ring in search of a key with a smear of pink fingernail polish. It’s the key to the front door and should have been right there, next to my pickup key, but no. It wasn’t.

Remembering the greatest generation

MIKE McCORMICK Staff Column As I was reflecting recently about people in the generation before me, I think of those who are still active and full of life. I also think of the people of that generation who led active lives until they passed away.