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  • Westover’s disturbing, powerful memoir is much more than seeking the education she was denied by her

    government-hating, paranoid father whose mental illness was a factor in the astonishing lack of concern for his children’s welfare.

    Born to survivalists in the beautiful mountains of Idaho, Tara prepared for the end of the world by stockpiling home-canned peaches. In the summer she stewed herbs with her mother, a midwife and healer. Tara had no birth

    certificate, never saw a doctor, and didn’t go to school. 

  • Roberto Vera, a member of Troop 707, received his Eagle May 20 after years of hard work. He completed the 13 required merit badges as well as many electives. With help from his troop and others, he constructed a fire pit for Ocala West United Methodist Church, which sponsors the troop. He was honored by his family, friends and members of his troop. Several Eagle Scouts from this troop participated in the ceremony.

  • President George H. W. Bush and William Donovan served together in WWII. Donovan passed Sunday evening at the Legacy House, but not before he received military respects Friday at a Veterans Pinning Ceremony by volunteer Scott Traxler, and a surprise phone call on Saturday from none other than President George H. W. Bush.

  • Today marks the end of National Police Week. We usually see police as we travel along Highway 200, the backbone of the corridor that plays a large part in our daily activities. Many travel between home and stores while others use the highway as a way between home and work.

    We should always be courteous to other drivers, even if they are wrong; it’s better than to be dead right. Traveling down Pun Alley gets us to some arresting stories.

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  • By Dick Frank
    It took me late on Tuesday to get my income tax return in the mail. All the confusing forms made me feel like an old man. But, wait! I am an old man like many others on the Corridor.

  • Lou Katz entertains everyone at the Farmers Market at OTOW last week with his singing and playing the keyboard. Misty Blaykely shows her hand painted butterfly hats on display.
     

  • My favorite time of the year is summer and I don’t care what the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage says. Summer is what I live for especially here in Florida.
    As soon as fall arrives in full steam I am looking forward to summer with uncontrollable anticipation.
    One thing that attracts me to summer has to do with the weather.

  • By Dick Frank

  • I’m not sure who come up with this term “Black Friday” but I am definitely not for it. To me, Black Friday is rather devious and I know the only purpose is to get their teeth into my money, which is a sacred area to me.
    When it comes to shopping, I certainly am not a fan. I really do not like shopping. I get nervous when I’m in the shopping mall, start sweating and have to leave and sit in my car for at least half an hour to regain composure.

  • By Dr. James L. Snyder

    During a recent lottery shindig, everybody was watching to see who was going to win all that money. Even I got all caught up in the excitement and was on the edge of my seat too.

    “Why,” the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “are you so interested in that lottery?”

    “Well,” I said as soberly as possible, “what if I win all that money? Wouldn’t that be tremendous?” Then I flashed a gracious million-dollar smile at her.

  • By Dick Frank

    Labor Day was first celebrated in New York City in 1882 when the Central Labor Union held its first parade to show the spirit of its trade and labor groups. Now Labor Day is largely a time for family togetherness and relaxation with cookouts, barbecues, and leisure activities. The holiday also signals the unofficial end of the summer season.

  • By Rev. James Snyder

    I have just celebrated my birthday, my wife’s birthday and our wedding anniversary. I am not sure how old I am or how long we have been married and I won’t even go to my wife’s age. I’m old enough to know better.

    I have long past the idea of candles on my birthday cake representing one candle per year. The fire department will not give us a permit to do that.

  • Today is World Daffodil Day. While primarily celebrated in Australia to raise funds for their Cancer Council’s research, prevention programs, and support for those affected by cancer. It’s a great idea for us too! Your contributions can be sent to the American Cancer Society.* Most of Pun Alley’s flowers have been washed out by the rain, but there are a few flowery tales to start with.

    Chickened out

  • During my high school career I was no thespian, however, I could act the fool when called upon. My friend was the thespian and starred in our senior high school play, “Finian’s Rainbow.” One of the musical numbers was, “When I’m not near the girl I love,

    I love the girl I’m near.”

  • By Rev. James Snyder

    At times, it seems as if there is absolutely no justice in this world, and then something wonderful happens making up for almost everything. This past week I was fortunate enough to experience one of those rare jewels of life.

    I must say not all weeks are like this. My weeks usually range from bad to worse to when will this ever stop?

  • It has taken me quite a while to get adjusted to this idea of “Spring Forward” and “Fall Backward.” I get the idea falling backwards, but I do not know what it means to spring forward. Moreover, why can’t we spring backward and fall forward one year? After all, there is this issue of equal rights.

    It has taken me a while to get adjusted to these kinds of time changes.

  • African Violets were on display and on sale at the Southeastern Livestock Pavilion last weekend.

  • One day this past week, I got up a little earlier than usual and to keep from waking up the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage I got my coffee and went to the back porch to enjoy a quiet early morning.
    As I sat on the back porch drinking my coffee and taking in the early morning atmosphere, I noticed a bunch of birds sitting on the fence in the backyard. They were squawking at me as though I was the worst person in their world. I believe what they were screaming about was that I had not filled the bird feeder yet.

  • By Rev. James Snyder

  • By Dick Frank

    With the end of the holiday season, clearance sales of all kinds have been taking place. Lots of good items that just didn’t sell earlier and specials that didn’t fit in with buyers’ plans are being cleared out.

    Here in Pun Alley the situation is similar. Good stories that didn’t fit in any of the themes of last year’s columns have accumulated. Today you get to read them in our own clearance event.

    A needle in time