Front Porch Magazine - Spring-Summer 2025

Through the Eyes of a Teenager

Secilia (Seci) is a Senior at Bullard High School and is a member of FFA, SpanClub and HOSA and runs track.

HOSA will enable Seci to graduate as Pharmacy Tech, which is the first step her dream of becoming a Pediatric Anaesthesiologist. She attended First Baptist School and Caldwll Elementary before moving to Round Rock and then Bullard in the summer of her Freshman year.

header to Sam Houston State University.

Hi, I’m Secilia Salzmann-Ledesma, I am 17 years old and I will be graduating this coming may, but I’m here to talk about the struggle of teenagers transferring from high school to college. transitioning from high school to college is a significant milestone in many young people’s lives, marked by a myriad of challenges and struggles. This transition is not just a change in educational setting; it represents a shift in responsibility, independence, and self-reliance. The struggles faced by students during this transition period are varied and can range from academic to social and emotional challenges.

One of the primary struggles that students face when transferring from high school to college is the academic rigor and workload. College courses are typically more challenging and demanding than high school classes, requiring students to develop stronger study habits, time management skills, and critical thinking abilities. Many students find it difficult to adjust to the faster pace of college courses and the increased level of independence expected from them.

Another common struggle for students transitioning to college is social adjustment. In high school, students are surrounded by familiar

faces and have established social circles. However, in college, they are thrust into a new environment where they may not know anyone and have to make new friends. This can be daunting for many students, especially those who are introverted or shy. Building new relationships, navigating social dynamics, and finding a sense of belonging can be challenging during the college transition.

Additionally, the emotional aspect of transitioning from high school to college should not be underestimated. Many students experience feelings of homesickness, loneliness, and stress during this period of change. Being away from family and friends, adapting to a new lifestyle, and managing academic pressures can take a toll on students’ mental health. It is essential for students to seek support from counseling services, peer groups, or mentors to cope with the emotional challenges of transitioning to college.

Despite the struggles and challenges that come with transitioning from high school to college, it is also a time of growth, learning, and self-discovery. Students have the opportunity to explore new interests, pursue their passions, and broaden their horizons in ways that were not possible in high school. By overcoming obstacles, seeking support, and staying resilient, students can navigate the transition to college successfully and emerge stronger and more confident individuals.

In conclusion, the struggles of transferring from high school to college are real and impactful, affecting students academically, socially, and emotionally. However, with perseverance, resilience, and a positive mindset, students can overcome these challenges and thrive in their college journey. The transition to college is a transformative experience that shapes students’ personal and academic growth, preparing them for the opportunities and challenges that lie ahead in their future endeavors.

Roping A Deer

( Names have been removed to protect the Stupid!)

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.

The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.

The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed wellback. They were not having any of it.

After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.

A deer-- no chance.

That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.

The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer’s momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I

could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn’t want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.

I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a millionyears would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.

I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it.

While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you can’t get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it doesnot immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope to sort of even the odds.

open space. The real push came when their children, Vince and Vicki, echoed their father’s wishes. “Mama, we want to move to the country,” they would plead, their young voices full of excitement. It was only after their children Vince and Vicki echoed their father’s wishes did Adelle relent.

“Mama, we want to move to the country,” they would plead...

Adelle’s parents owned ninety acres, about 4 miles east of downtown Caldwell, and when her father, Kverin Vince Urbanovsky, passed, the family divided the land among the six siblings. Adelle hesitated, but the pull of family and tradition won out. By 1986, she and her husband had settled on their 14-acre strip, the first to make the move.

The house they built was a labor of love. Her husband sketched the initial plans, and her brother-in-law Robert Nors refined them. Adelle shared her concerns with her cousin, Bernard Rychlik, who worked at Woodson Lumber Company. Bernard laughed, “There’s nothing you have in town that you can’t have out here.” With that, Adelle embraced the change.

Cherished Country Home

Over the years, the land became more than just a place to live; it was a legacy. Her brother followed, settling in a sturdy mobile home he found for a good deal. Slowly, the landscape filled with memories—children playing, family gatherings, and the quiet hum of life in the countryside.

Though the original family home had been sold, the new owners, Chris and Cindy Jungman, had become like family. Chris, an engineer, worked from home, always checking in during storms or offering to pick up groceries on icy days. “It’s storming up here,” he’d text. “How are you down there? Need anything?”

Adelle cherished her home’s space and warmth, filled with love, laughter, homemade chicken and dumplings, and the stories of those who had lived there. But perhaps what she loved most was the front porch— a place where time seemed to slow down, where coffee warmed chilly mornings, and where the hum of crickets filled the summer air.

It was where neighbors became family, where worries faded with each rock of a chair, and where she could sit back and watch the land that had shaped her family for generations. In Burleson County, a front porch isn’t just wood and nails; it’s a gathering place, a storyteller, and the people who fill it.

...filled with love, laughter, & homemade chicken and dumplings...

From us to you Editors Note

Dear Readers,

We are thrilled to announce the return of Front Porch Magazine to Burleson County, Texas!

Many of you felt the profound loss of our partner, ad manager, and dear friend, Scarlett Taylor, who passed away in June of last year. Her absence left a significant void in our community and Front Porch Magazine missed an edition as we navigated this challenging time.

Today, we are delighted to continue Scarlett’s legacy with the support of our new partner, the Christian Higher Education Foundation (C.H.E.F.). Together, we are proud to amplify the “Small Town Voice” of America once more, publishing biannually.

The beginning of 2025 has been a thrillingwhirlwind for our community and the nation to say the least. In this edition we hope to bring Trump’s Golden Age into focus.

As always, we hope this issue will provide the articles that you enjoy reading, the jokes that make you laugh and the stories that pull at your heart strings.

Sincerely,

Sandi & Tyler

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Reflection of Caldwell’s Heart Spotlight

Burleson County’s

Unique Heritage

People in all walks of life influence those around them. In this column, we will be featuring those who have made an impact in our small towns.

Mollie Marsh

In a town where community is more than just a word, but a way of life, few embody the spirit of Caldwell more than Mollie Marsh. Her story—woven with deep roots, unwavering dedication, and a passion for service—epitomizes the very values that have defined our city for generations.

Born into a family that has long called Caldwell home, Mollie carries forward a legacy built on education, hard work, and commitment to others. Her father, Jim Marsh, played a pivotal role in shaping the Construction Science Department at Texas A&M, while her mother, a beloved high school teacher, instilled a love of learning in countless students. That same passion for education runs strong in Mollie, who spent nearly three decades molding young minds in Caldwell ISD and Milano, before retiring after 28 years due to illness.

Her teaching was never just about facts—it was about inspiring curiosity and critical thinking. “I’d accept answers that weren’t straight from the book if they showed understanding,” she recalls. Her love for earth sciences turned meteorology, astronomy, and geology lessons into experiences that stuck with her students for life. “My students know not to build in a floodplain!” she laughs, recalling how her passion for practical knowledge shaped her teaching. And when a tornado touched down near Milano, her first instinct was to film

it—until the school board had to remind her that student safety came first.

Life has not always been easy for Mollie. Her journey has been marked by personal health challenges, including fibromyalgia and autoimmune struggles, yet she meets them with resilience and humor. After a bout of food poisoning led to a serious hospitalization, she emerged with a renewed appreciation for life and a determination to stay engaged. “Your outlook on life changes depending on the season you’re in,” she muses. “Being retired, healing, and having time for the community—it has brought out the best in me.”

Beyond the classroom, Mollie’s commitment to Caldwell has been unwavering. She has found a second calling in supporting local businesses and engaging with the community, a transition that began when she started Just Because Designs by Mol and when she became a representative of the Happy Company. But what started as a business venture quickly became a means to serve others. “When I got to feeling better, I knew I had been given another chance—I wanted to take advantage of it,” she reflects. Whether it’s volunteering at events, helping local businesses thrive, or simply being a welcoming face at Lissa’s, Restyled Sip & Shop, she continues to uplift those around her.

Her love for Caldwell runs deep, not just through its people, but in its very history. Her home on Fox Street, now over a century old, has seen generations come and go, each leaving their mark. “We had spankings and brick-laying for punishment growing up,” she jokes, remembering the many hours spent working alongside her father on home projects. That same hands-on, problem-solving spirit defines her today. “When I say I’m a Marsh, it means I dream big—but I also figure out how to make it happen.”

As we celebrate the heart and soul of Caldwell, Mollie Marsh stands as a shining example of what makes this town special. Her story is one of commitment—to education, to service, and to the people who make Caldwell a place worth calling home. And in her own words, she may not know what she wants to be when she “grows up,” but one thing is certain: she will continue to have fun, and Caldwell will be all the better for it.

The Last Cab Ride

A true story by Kent Nerburn

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.

“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice.

I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

“I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.

It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered.

“There are other passengers.”

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware—beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” ~Mark Twain~

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Home Schooling

Any of this S ound familiar?

So now cocaine is legal in Oregon, but straws aren’t. That must be frustrating.

Still trying to get my head around the fact that ‘Take Out’ can mean food, dating, or murder.

Dear paranoid people who check behind their shower curtains for murderers. If you do find one, what’s your plan?

The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.

You know you’re over 50 when you have ‘upstairs ibuprofen’ and ‘downstairs ibuprofen’.

How did doctors come to the conclusion that exercise prolongs life, when......the rabbit is always jumping but only lives for around two year, and.....the turtle that doesn’t exercise at all and lives over 200 years? So, rest, chill, eat, drink, and enjoy life!

If only vegetables smelled as good as bacon.

I woke up this morning determined to drink less, eat right, and exercise. But that was four hours ago when I was younger and full of hope.

Anyone who says their wedding was the best day of their life has clearly never had two candy bars fall down at once from a vending machine.

The biggest joke on mankind is that computers have begun asking humans to prove they aren’t a robot.

It’s weird being the same age as old people.

Just once, I want a username and password prompt to say CLOSE ENOUGH.

We celebrated last night with a couple of adult beverages ...... Metamucil and Ensure.

Weight loss goal: To be able to clip my toenails and breathe at the same time.

Some of my friends exercise every day. Meanwhile I am watching a show I don’t like because the remote fell on the floor.

For those of you that don’t want Alexa or Siri listening in on your conversation, they are making a male version....it doesn’t listen to anything.

I just got a present labeled, ‘From Mom and Dad’, and I know darn well Dad has no idea what’s inside.

There’s a fine line between a numerator and a denominator. Only a fraction of people will find this funny.

Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.

I have many hidden talents. I just wish I could remember where I hid them.

My idea of a Super Bowl is a toilet that cleans itself.

Apparently exercise helps you with decision-making. It’s true. I went for a run this morning and decided I’m never going again.

As I watched the dog chasing his tail, I thought dogs are easily amused, then I realize I was watching the dog chase his tail.

Receiving Wisdom from God The Book of Proverbs

FR. MELVIN DORNAK—bio data as seminarian/ Priest-Pastor

Pastor, St. Mary, Our Lady of Lourdes, Catholic Church, Caldwell, TX

Attended St. Mary Seminary, Houston, TX from August, 1985-May, 1987 and Assumption Seminary, San Antonio, TX from June, 1987-December, 1992

Ordained for the Diocese of Austin, TX, December 19, 1992

Pastoral Assignments: Bryan, West, Waco, and Mexia. Pastor at St. Francis of Assisi, Franklin/ Interim Pastor, St. Mary, Hearne/ Pastor at Holy Trinity, Llano with St. Joseph, Mason. Current Pastor at St. Mary, Our Lady of Lourdes with Mission in Holy Rosary, Frenstat from July, 2019 to the Present.

Spiritual greetings to readers of Front Porch! Recently, I received a large mug with the Scriptural passage: Trust in the Lord with all your heart [Proverbs 3: 5]. I intended to prepare this article with a selection from the Old Testament where wisdom becomes the source of gaining knowledge from God. From a past Parish assignment in 1996, I recall basing my speech on the Book of Proverbs at a Baccalaureate event before a large number of graduating students at Mexia High School. I shared the gift of knowledge and how one advances to greater heights including a career choice. Importantly, we see how ever-present God is in our lives especially recognizing how uniquely gifted we are no matter how young or senior our stage in life. From the opening chapter,

this inspired book of wisdom shares what a student, a parent, a single adult, or a retired senior desire while growing with age and grace. That people may know wisdom and discipline may understand intelligent sayings; may receive instruction in wise conduct,… Knowledge and discretion to the young.

The wise … will advance in learning, the intelligent will gain sound guidance. [1: 2-5]

Trust

in the Lord with all your heart [Proverbs 3:5]

Throughout the Book of Proverbs, one can find short maxims about gaining wisdom and becoming a good student, a favored parent, a successful person with growing aspirations, and a settled down lifestyle for a wise senior elect. For example, in preparing a couple for marriage, I offer various optional readings including Chapter 31 which speaks of the good wife and a willing husband.

Her husband trusts her judgment; he does not lack income. She brings him profit, not loss, all the days of her life.

Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband, too, praises her.

Acclaim her for the work of her hands, and let her deeds praise her at the city gates. [31: 11-12, 28, 31.]

Inasmuch as the Book of Proverbs is filled with wise sayings of the human intellect, one cannot fulfill its demands without faith in God. Here, one finds how God directs the heart of the writer in the discipline of right learning. The people of Israel, for example, learned the Commandments with right judgment, and followed the various laws and etiquette passed down to the leaders and ministers of the Word.

Hear, O children, a father’s instruction, be attentive, that you may gain understanding!

The beginning of wisdom is: get wisdom; whatever else you get, get understanding. [4: 1, 7.]

This Old Testament book contains a lot of sound advice, wise counsel, a determined heart, a disciplined mind, and hands held in prayer to God. God is our Master, Teacher, Counselor, Advocate, and much more as we model our lives with learning, teaching, and understanding. Go with faith—go with God!

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Big Man In A Small Town

Joe grew up in a small town, then moved away to attend college and law school.

He decided to come back to the small town because he could be a big man in this small town.

He really wanted to impress everyone.

He opened his new law office, but business was very slow at first.

One day, he saw a man coming up the sidewalk to his office.

He decided to make a big impression on this new client when he arrived.

As the man came to the door, Joe picked up the phone.

He motioned the man in, all the while saying, “No

Absolutely not.

You tell those clowns in New York that I won’t settle this case for less than $1 million. Yes.

The appeals court has agreed to hear that case next week.

I’ll be handling the primary argument, and the other members of my team will provide support.

Okay.

Tell the DA that I’ll meet with him next week to discuss the details.”

This sort of thing went on for almost five minutes. All the while, the man sat patiently as Joe rattled instructions.

Finally, Joe put down the phone and turned to the man.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, “but as you can see, I’m very busy.

What can I do for you?”

The man replied, “I’m from the phone company. I came to hook up your phone.”

When a kid says “Daddy, I want mommy” that’s the kid version of “I’d like to speak to your supervisor”.

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The Fight for Food, Families & Our Future

by Taylor Locke

America has long stood as a shining city on a hill—a beacon of innovation, resilience, and freedom. Yet today, one of the greatest threats we face isn’t from foreign enemies or microscopic viruses, but from the very food we eat, and the systems meant to protect us.

It wasn’t always this way. In 1975, just 15% of Americans were obese; today, it’s 42%, including one in three children. At the same time, childhood diabetes has surged from under 1% to over 10%. Sixty percent of adults and ten percent of children now rely on prescription drugs, with antidepressants and antianxiety leading the way. Childhood cancer rates have climbed over 30% in 50 years. Meanwhile, ingredients banned in Europe for decades due to health risks are still served daily in American school cafeterias.

The list goes on—and so do the questions. Why? How did we get here? The answers point to a tangled web of corruption and consumption: federal agencies in bed with the very industries they’re supposed to regulate, business models with every incentive to keep us sick, and a food system flooded with seed oils, artificial dyes, sugar, and pesticides. Add to that a culture addicted to screens but deprived of sunlight, and it’s no mystery why we’re sicker than ever.

Where do we go from here? Yes, our personal health begins with our personal choices. But should it really be a constant battle just to ensure the food we feed our families isn’t slowly poisoning us? No, it shouldn’t be. Yet for now, that’s exactly what it might take.

But we no longer have to go about this alone, nor fear being shamed into some far corner of the internet simply for questioning the system and advocating for our children’s health.

A movement is rising — one that transcends political divides and unites Americans under a cause more urgent than ever: Making America Healthy Again. MAHA isn’t about left or right; it’s about something far more fundamental — making sure that the food we eat, the policies that govern us, and the industries that profit from our health (or lack of it) are held to a higher standard.

For too long, health has been treated as a personal responsibility while powerful corporations and compromised agencies stack the deck against us. MAHA seeks to change that. It’s not just a call to eat better or exercise more — it’s a demand for accountability, transparency, and real change. It’s a movement of parents, politicians, doctors, farmers, and everyday Americans who refuse to accept that our nation’s decline in health is inevitable.

The first step? Awareness. Start reading labels. Learn what’s in your food. Seek out local farmers, real ingredients, and simple, unprocessed meals. Demand better school lunches, stronger regulations, and greater corporate accountability. Small, daily choices add up, and a collective shift is unstoppable. Every dollar we spend is a vote for what we want more of.

The future of our nation lies in the health of our children. Thankfully, our voices finally have a seat at the table.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

You know how they throw the ball into the crowd after they win the game? That’s not allowed in bowlingI know that now!

Not to brag, but I was alive when you could SLAM the phone down to hang up on someone.... It was spectacular!

The First Golden Age of America

by Sandy Lou Miller

Sandy loves to write and has ventured into creating children’s books, poetry, and short stories. The Millers enjoy working their two acres and just appreciating God’s wonderful creations in nature.

For those of you born later than 1970, let me explain the original description of “The Golden Age of America”. The term golden age conjures images of a time when a nation or civilization reaches its zenith in terms of culture, economy, and societal progress. For America, the Golden Age was widely considered to be the period following World War II, from the late 1940s to the early 1960s. This era was marked by unprecedented economic prosperity, technological advancements, and significant social changes that shaped the nation for decades to come. While not without its challenges and contradictions, this period remains a defining chapter in American history, a time when the nation stood at the pinnacle of its power and potential.

Economic Prosperity

The post-war period saw a remarkable boom in the American economy. The Gross Domestic Product (GDP) grew at an average rate of 4% per year, and the standard of living improved significantly for the average American family. The war had spurred industrial growth, and this momentum continued as factories began producing consumer goods. The automobile industry flourished, and car ownership became a symbol of prosperity and freedom.

The Rise of Suburbia

One of the most notable developments during this era was the rise of suburban living. With the GI Bill providing affordable housing loans to returning veterans, and the expansion of the highway system, millions of Americans moved to newly constructed suburban neighborhoods. These communities offered a promise of a better life, with larger homes, green spaces, and a sense of safety and community.

Consumer Culture

The Golden Age also saw the birth of a robust consumer culture. With increased disposable income, Americans began to spend on a variety of goods and services. Television became a household staple, bringing entertainment and news into living rooms across the country. Advertising thrived, creating a culture of desire and consumption. The kitchen became a focal point of innovation, with new appliances like refrigerators and dishwashers making household chores more manageable.

Technological Advancements

Technology played a pivotal role in shaping the Golden Age. The space race between the United States and the Soviet Union led to

significant advancements in science and engineering. In 1957, the launch of Sputnik 1 by the Soviet Union triggered a competitive spirit, leading to the establishment of NASA and a renewed focus on education in STEM fields. This period culminated in the historic Apollo 11 moon landing in 1969, a testament to American ingenuity and determination.

Medical Breakthroughs

The era also witnessed remarkable progress in the field of medicine. The development of vaccines, such as the polio vaccine by Dr. Jonas Salk, eradicated diseases that had plagued humanity for centuries. Advances in medical technology, including the introduction of antibiotics like penicillin, significantly reduced mortality rates and improved quality of life.

Social Changes

While the Golden Age was marked by economic and technological progress, it was also a time of significant social transformation. The Civil Rights Movement gained momentum in the 1950s and 1960s, challenging systemic racism and advocating for equality and justice. Figures like Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, and Malcolm X became prominent leaders, inspiring millions to fight for their rights.

The Role of Women

The post-war period also saw changes in the role of women in society. During the war, women had entered the workforce in large numbers to fill the gaps left by men who had gone to fight. Although many returned to traditional roles after the war, the seeds of change had been sown. The feminist movement of the 1960s and 1970s would build on this foundation, pushing for greater equality and opportunities for women in all spheres of life.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Collusion Course

Through the pitch-black night, the captain sees a light dead ahead on a collision course with his ship. He sends a signal: “Change your course 10 degrees east.”

The light signals back: “Change yours, 10 degrees west.”

Angry, the captain sends: “I’m a navy captain!

Change your course, sir!”

“I’m a seaman, second class,” comes the reply.

“Change your course, sir.”

Now the captain is furious.

“I’m a battleship! I’m not changing course!”

There is one last reply

“I’m a lighthouse. Your call.”

If the millennials turn on us, we can use cursive writing as a secret means of communicating with our people

Are You Still Going To That Memory Clinic?

They take a seat. The ladies chat with one another across the table, as do the gents.

Fred asks Harold, “Are you still going to that memory clinic?”

Harold says, “Yes, it’s been helping my memory a lot, I recommend you come along to our next session.”

“What do they do there?”, asks Fred.

“They teach us to remember things through word association”, replies Harold.

Fred says, “I might have to give it a try, what’s the name of the clinic?”

Harold pauses for a while, trying to remember.

He says, “Umm, ahh, hang on… um… what’s the name of that beautiful flower, the one that has thorns?”

Fred says, “That’d be a rose, Harold.”

Harold turns to his wife and says,

“Rose!, what’s the name of that clinic I go to?”

Saving CemeterieS

aS the County growS

by tammy Kubecka

The United States are entering into a new era of history as we speak. Texas is experiencing a new era too, defined mostly by newcomers into our great state. While progress is a natural occurrence and can be beneficial to most areas, it poses new challenges for historical preservation.

The Burleson County Historical Commission has been receiving different kinds of inquiries recently. We still get lots of questions about Texas Historical Markers and family histories, and general county history, but questions about cemeteries seem to be on the rise. We are also keeping an eye on cemeteries that may be impacted by new construction in our county and the continuing issue of access to some cemeteries if they are surrounded by private property.

Historic Texas Cemetery designations, awarded by the Texas Historical Commission are one way to recognize any cemetery over fifty years old. Criteria for this designation is outlined on the THC’s website, such as deeds, historical narratives, maps, etc., and of course the Burleson CHC can assist anyone with gathering the information needed. If anyone is interested in a Texas Historical Marker for a cemetery, the HTC designation is required first.

A larger problem at hand is land developers who may be unaware of small cemeteries that dot the pastures across our county. We’ve seen recent evidence of cemeteries, often those without specific guardians, being encroached upon, or partly dozed away. Sections of unmarked graves are often missed, or ignored, and destroyed. It’s really not that hard to identify a cemetery first. It’s also a moral issue….who in their right mind would destroy a cemetery? You’d be surprised!

Changes in state cemetery laws in the last few years make some types of destruction and desecration a FELONY offense now, and not always a lesser misdemeanor. Landowners, developers, and law enforcement agencies need to be aware that what was once civil matters can now be a criminal offense.

We have borrowed the following information from the Texas Historical Commission website to give some explanation about cemetery issues. This information does not take the place of legal counsel. Consult the county or city attorney or legal counsel of your choice for more information about laws related to cemeteries in Texas. (https://thc.texas.gov)

The Texas Historical Commission or other state agencies, and the Burleson County Historical Commission, DO NOT ENFORCE CEMETERY LAWS. This responsibility belongs to county and municipal law enforcement agencies. If you are aware of cemetery vandalism or desecration, contact your county sheriff or local police department.

Protection of historic cemeteries is, however, a shared responsibility. Destruction occurs in many ways, including the illegal removal of human remains, damage from roaming livestock, encroaching development and construction, vandalism, and theft of grave goods and funerary objects.

Most of the Texas laws regarding historic cemeteries are in Chapters 711–715 of the Texas Health and Safety Code; Title 13, Part 2, Chapter 22 of the Texas Administrative Code; and sections of the Penal Code.

Access: The Texas Health and Safety Code gives visitors a right to reasonable ingress and egress to cemeteries located on private property as long as proper notification is provided to the property owner. Section 711.041 of the Health and Safety Code states that access to a cemetery cannot be denied by the surrounding landowner. The Texas Historical Commission is not a law enforcement agency and cannot enforce laws. This responsibility falls to local law enforcement.

1. The first step to gain access is to provide notice of your intent to access the property. In a letter, request a date or range of dates at least 14-days in advance. Provide a contact phone number and/or address for the landowner’s reply and make a copy of this letter for your files. Please keep in mind that the landowner has the right to designate the route to the cemetery and that the requested time needs to be “reasonable.”

2. If this second letter does not result in access to the cemetery, write a second letter and explain that you are copying the letter to law enforcement. Provide a date or date range in which you want to visit the cemetery and provide your contact information. Finally, again, provide a date by which you want to hear back from the landowner and explain that if you do not hear back from them, you will contact local law enforcement. Include a copy of the first letter and attach the access law again. Mail the letter using certified mail and make a copy of the letter for your files. Then, make a copy the letter and mail it to your local law enforcement office (sheriff or municipal police). Attach the article from Texas Lawman (please see attached). Sometime this article helps to communicate with law enforcement personnel.

Until 2019, the Texas Funeral Service Commission oversaw access issues, but this route is no longer available. Access now falls into the hands of descendants and landowners, solely. If the two parties cannot come to an agreement, legal counsel will be necessary. Unfortunately, this will put the burden (and cost, if not worked out civilly) directly on the descendants.

Desecration: The Texas Penal Code states that a person who intentionally or knowingly disinters or disturbs a human corpse has committed a Class A misdemeanor. A person commits an offense if they knowingly vandalize or damage the space of the interred. This Class A misdemeanor is punishable by fine and jail confinement. (Texas Penal Code, Section 42.08) Criminal mischief, as described in the Texas Penal Code, includes an offense involving damage or destruction inflicted on a human burial site is a state jail felony. (Texas Penal Code, Section 28.03(f))

Graffiti: An offense involving graffiti on a place of human burial is a state jail felony. (Texas State Penal Code Section 28.03 (a)(3) and (f) and Section 28.08 (a) and (d))

Theft: Theft is a state jail felony if the property, regardless of value, is stolen from the person of another or from a human corpse or grave. (Texas Penal Code, Section 31.03(e)(4)(b))

Abandonment: The fact that the remains of the dead buried in a cemetery have not been removed and that tombstones mark the places of burial is sufficient to show that the cemetery has not been abandoned (Michels v. Crouch, 122 S.W.2d 211, Tex. Civ. App.–Eastland 1938, no writ). In Markgraf v. Salem Cemetery Assn., 540 S.W2d 524 (Tex. Civ. App.–San Antonio 1976, no writ), the court decided that land outside a cemetery fence was not abandoned because several graves were still evident. Abandoned or overgrown cemeteries should never be destroyed.

The Burleson County Historical Commission is committed to preserving and protecting our historical resources, but once again, we are not law enforcement. Yes, we know there are problems with cemeteries, but those people connected to the cemetery need to call law enforcement if there is destruction or desecration of any kind, not the CHC. We monitor numerous cemeteries in the county, but don’t have eyes everywhere. We also commend those people who are maintaining various cemeteries around our county. Keeping a cemetery clean and mowed is the best way to keep it visible to everyone.

Burleson County is still a great place to live and we invite newcomers to learn about our history via our county museums and Facebook pages. We invite everyone to get involved in historical preservation, maybe by keeping watch on a cemetery. We have to save our past so we can live responsibly in our present wonderful county.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Negative People

This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade.

So remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing, and cares less, tries to make your life miserable.

A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.

She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: “Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty.

You’re crazy to go to Rome...

So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply.

“We got a great rate!”

“Continental?” exclaimed the hairdresser.“That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late.

So, where are you staying in Rome?”

“We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste.”

“Don’t go any further, I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s gonna be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump. The worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they’re overpriced.

So, whatcha’ doing when you get there?”

“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.”

“That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser, “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant.

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo.

The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.

“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on time in one of Continental’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge!”

“Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “That’s all well and good, but I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”

“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the

door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.”

“Oh, really! What’d he say?”

He said: “Where did you get the lousy hairdo?”

Abortion in Texas Is It Morning Again in America?

A Pro-Life Perspective

The phrase “Morning Again in America” was popularized in the mid-1980s during former president Reagan’s re-election campaign. The phrase has resurfaced again in connection with the landslide victory of our current president and the hope many have that his brash, no-nonsense leadership style will get America back on track and save us from further descent into the “progressive” vision of a judgement-free utopia where boys can be girls, everyone’s bodily autonomy is the only true value, and the criteria for who qualifies as human keeps getting narrower to suit the conveniences of those who hold power. It has certainly been a relief to see unjustly-imprisoned pro-life activists, prosecuted under the FACE Act for blocking access to abortion facilities, set free and able to return to their families. And it has been encouraging to see the push to defund Planned Parenthood, an organization originally founded by Margaret Sanger for the purpose of weeding out people she (and her German Nazi collaborators) considered “undesirable.” So there certainly has been a favorable political turn of events in this country.

However, it might be helpful for us who vote to understand the limits of what can be accomplished by dint of executive order and Supreme Court appointments, and have a look at other indicators that might give us a more complete picture of the state of the Union. The problem with getting an accurate picture of where we are as a country right now is that the most reliable statistical data only goes up to about 2020 or 2021. However, that data shows that in 2017 abortion rates began to increase again after a long decline beginning in 1981. That was after a dramatic increase from 1973, when Roe v. Wade was decided, to about 1980. That long decline from 1981 to where it bottomed out in

likely happening to women alone in bathrooms. Even at the center where I work, in a state like Texas where abortion is illegal and the sale of such drugs is illegal, we get a fair number of enquiries about “the abortion pill.” Why would this be the case in a red state like Texas? Well, laws are very useful and necessary for restraining evil, but it’s not hard to see that illegal activity continues where people’s hearts have become hard, and the condemned activity is rationalized. A Pew Research Center survey conducted in 2024 found that about 63% of Americans believe abortion should be legal in “all or most cases.” That was 41% of Republicans or Republican-leaning independents, and 85% of Democrats and Democrat-leaning independents. Even among conservative voters, the value of human life is less of an issue than it used to be.

I found a quote from Benjamin Franklin the other day, from a letter he wrote in 1787 to some French sympathizers to the American cause. In it he wrote: “Let me add, that only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.” With Franklin’s wisdom in view, I would say that the “morning in America” we really need, for true peace and flourishing, is a spiritual awakening, one that begins with each one of us. Or like the farming metaphor the prophet Jeremiah used for the oppressed Jewish nation of his day, “Break up your unplowed ground, and do not sow among thorns. Circumcise yourselves to the LORD, circumcise your hearts.”

Bio

Jason Shutt, 52 years old and married to Elaine for 16 years. They have five children they homeschool in College Station. Jason started volunteering at Hope Pregnancy Center in College Station about 4 years ago and began working as the Men’s Programs Coordinator this past January.

Turning Point

by Hilda Hellums Baker

In 1996 Hilda Baker moved from Houston to Caldwell determined to put her conviction, that God was still a faithful, prayer answering God into action by building a Christian retreat center in Chriesman.

Hilda is the founder and president of the Cross Roads Retreat, and author of “Stand At The Cross Roads” a book which tells the true story of her struggles as God brought his plan into being through her. Hilda enjoys sharing her faith story with groups and organizations whenever she can.

In 2003 Hilda married Pat Baker and together they continued growing Cross Roads. Along with Pat, Hilda was one of the founders of the former Area 3:16 church. She also serves on the board of Impact Burleson County, a ministry founded by her husband. Hilda also remains an active member of the Brazos Valley Emmaus Community, a ministry for the spiritual development of Christian leaders.

Wow! I don’t know about you, but after the elections I felt like a popped balloon. The angst and tensions that had been growing over the last 10 years just whooshed away – like a breath of fresh air. The victory validated that my beliefs weren’t crazy and that I was not alone!!! There are high hopes that we are back to the basics, and that unity and common sense has been restored! Common sense says there are two sexes, says children (or anyone else) cannot make life altering decisions about a child’s body, says that it’s not right to hide information from parents pertaining to their children, says that Title lX protects women’s sports from all inequalities including men in in women’s sports, says that laws are meant to be enforced, and equally enforced, and it says that safety and security for our families and communities is non-negotiable. Most importantly we have turned back to God.

News flash! We are not a Christian nation! Our founding fathers were not all Christians. We ARE a God – fearing nation of many different religions – all which honor God… One God – God of all. In Romans 13:1 we’re told that “there is no authority except

from God, and those that exist are appointed by God”. Both good and bad leaders are appointed by God – for his purposes. What we learn from the bad, as with everything in life, can make us better and stronger.

But while we celebrate, many people are devastated by the election results. Some are even terrified. Some gay couples are afraid of losing the right to be married, and some, crazy as it may seem, even fear being interred in “gay detention camps”. Others fear losing access to healthcare due to preexisting conditions, or cuts in Medicare, Medicaid, Veterans benefits, etc.… some believe Trump is a racist, power-hungry demi-god and worse; and expect him to destroy our civil rights on his way to a dictator ship. These are just a few of their fears.

I have heard nothing from Trump’s mouth, nor any of his associates, that lends validity to these fears, but that is not the point, their fear is real to them. And while we rejoice in this amazing turning point, we must give grace to our fellow Americans that don’t see things the same way that we do. Grace that conservatives were denied. Over the last ten years Christians and Jews, indeed all people with conservative views have been demonized, criticized and insulted into silence. Many were afraid to let anyone know of their conservatism for fear of being called racist, homophobic, or worse. Violence and lawlessness have escalated. Now that God has given us a new leader, we must do better if our nation is ever going to achieve unity. We are commanded to love God, and to love our neighbor as ourselves. That means everyone! The best way to love them is to treat people with respect and compassion and let them speak, listen to their fears, not to debate or correct them, but just let them feel heard. Allow them the freedom to share their thoughts and concerns

Who knows everyone may learn something!

A Deadly Loop: Are our Foods Killing Us?

Bio: Caroline DeBerry is the founder and CEO of Tenagrity Solutions (www. tenagrity-solutions.com) –a firm that offers strategy, government affairs, operations, and communications consulting. Internationally respected, Caroline has received numerous awards throughout her career –having served as a senior congressional staffer, federal analyst, C-suite executive in a policy think tank and healthcare nonprofit, among other roles. She has worked with high-ranking officials such as those in the military and the White House and Cabinet Secretaries. She is also a published author; her most recent book is a conversational commentary on the biblical book Esther, titled Esther: The Woman Who Didn’t Know Her Place. Feel free to contact Caroline at info@tenagrity-solutions.com.

Are your fruit loops killing you? We hear much about food safety these days, thanks to President Trump’s Secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. Secretary Kennedy has spent years raising the alarm about whether our foods are actually safe and whether they are instead the cause of chronic illnesses. He is famous for pointing out that our fruit loops have more ingredients than the “same” product in Europe. So what are these mystery ingredients?

Before I try to at least partially answer that question, here’s a bit about myself: I’m a conservative; I’ve spent about 20 years in government and public policy, specializing in healthcare policy. I also have many anaphylactic allergies and only recently was finally, additionally diagnosed with a rare condition known as Mast Cell Activation Disorder (MCAD) that has similarities to cancer and autoimmune disorders. Bottom line: a foundation to my survival is consuming foods that are “pure” with as little extra ingredients (whether “flavorings” or additives) as possible. I often must purchase European products.

A concerning reality is that – upon deeper research – many “additives” (Vojdani) in our foods are actually petroleum products. Yes - the same substance that fuels our cars and airplanes. I don’t know about you – but even if I didn’t have a rare disease that

makes me deadly reactive to things like petroleum, I wouldn’t want to ingest petroleum in any form or amount. It doesn’t take much digging to find articles released by the National Institutes of Health (NIH) that indicate such products may have ties to numerous autoimmune disorders (Hilgaertner) and other diseases.

I’ve seen firsthand – as a congressional staffer, campaign finance official, and now as a strategist and government affairs professional – that certain industries indeed have undue influence. Everyone on Capitol Hill knows that you don’t tangle with “the sugar lobby” and survive the encounter, at least professionally speaking. “Big oil” – the producers of petroleum – are another such industry. They’re important industries that employ many, but they aren’t health or food safety experts and don’t necessarily have our health as one of their top priorities.

I’ve also seen firsthand how the federal bureaucracy has become too unaccountable to the American people. I do know federal public servants who genuinely want to serve their country and will do whatever they’re told to do – and are not politically motivated. But I have also seen others who will fight anything that breaks the status quo or who are politically motivated against any conservative policy.

President Trump and Secretary Kennedy are courageous to take on such powerful forces. They are right. Healthcare costs are skyrocketing. Health is plummeting. “Healthy” foods are too expensive, while unhealthy foods are easily accessible and affordable – often leading it to be such that people who are not wealthy have no choice but to eat unhealthy foods, adding to the nation’s cycle or deadly loop of increased costs and diminished health. I’m ready for President Trump and RFK, Jr., to make America healthy again. How about you?

1. Vojdani, Charlene, and Aristo Vojdani. “Immune Reactivity to Food Coloring.” Alternative Therapies in Health and Medicine, U.S. National Library of Medicine, pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih. gov/25599186/. Accessed 11 Mar. 2025.

2. Hilgaertner JW;He X;Camacho D;Badowski M;Witten M;Harris DT; “The Influence of Hydrocarbon Composition and Exposure Conditions on Jet Fuel-Induced Immunotoxicity.” Toxicology and Industrial Health, U.S. National Library of Medicine, pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/21402657/. Accessed 11 Mar. 2025.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that this month, March, 2025, marks sixteen years that I have been a licensed Realtor. As I think back over the years, I realize how grateful I am that God provided a way for me to have a career that allowed me to have a flexible schedule while my children were growing up. It was a blessing to be able to be there when they got home from school and to be available for field trips and attending school activities during the day with them.

While the above doesn’t particularly pertain to my topic, the phrase “fake it till you make it” is something that took me down memory lane and back to those early days in my real estate career. Do any of you remember how it felt when you started a new job or career change. you were nervous about how you were going to learn everything and make it through those first few days or weeks. Is there anything you remember that stood out to you? Like an encouraging coworker or boss or just anyone who cheered you on and made those early days easier?

For me, the one thing that has stuck with me from way back then, was having a fellow realtor friend tell me, “You’ll do fine, you just have to fake it till you make it.” Throughout those early days, and probably the first several years, if I was nervous while working on a new listing or contract, this phrase would be my little ‘go to’ mantra.

After all, as she pointed out, your clients will be looking at you as the expert and trust what you are telling them so just be truthful and be yourself. If you’re ever stumped, just be straight forward and let them know that you don’t know the answer, but you know exactly who to ask and you’ll follow back up with them. Sometimes, with life in general, there may be times when you feel like you’re having to fake it just to make it through the day or fake it when you’re dealing with difficult people and so forth. Or, what about the situations where you’ve dealt with people who you thought were true friends only to discover that they were the ones faking it. The older you get, it’s easier to see that many times, people and things are not what they first appeared to be.

I’ve also learned that you may be able to fake your way through a lot of things in life, but there is one thing you will never be able to fake it through and that is your relationship with Jesus. Jesus knows everything about us. He knows, our thoughts, our

feelings, our true intentions, everything! We are not going to be able to pull the wool over his eyes and think that we’ll be able to fake it till we make it with Him.

As true followers of Christ, we must focus on our inner transformation before we can expect an external transformation, a transformation in our behaviors and the way we speak. We can accomplish this by cultivating a heartfelt and genuine relationship with Jesus and allowing Him to transform us on the inside first.

We can always put on fake appearances outwardly, but ultimately that will get us nowhere until we are truly transformed from within. Jesus rebuked the scribes and Pharisees in Matthew 23: 25-26, when He said, “Woe unto you scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you make clean the outside of the cup and plate, but within, they are full of extortion and greed. You blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and plate so that the outside may be clean also.”

Jesus was rebuking the Pharisees and religious leaders because they were focusing on external cleanliness while neglecting the hearts of the people. When we allow Jesus to transform our hearts, our outward actions and behaviors will naturally reflect this change in us.

This verse challenges us to thoroughly examine ourselves inwardly. Are we being fake and pretending to be righteous while allowing our behavior and sinful actions to continue? Are we more concerned with our public image and what others think of us than our spiritual walk with Jesus? In a world that seems to focus more on the outward than the inward, let us be reminded, as I mentioned above, that Jesus knows our hearts, our minds and our intentions.

Lastly, let us also remember that ‘faking it till we make it” may get us through a lot of things in life, but it will never get us into a true relationship with Jesus nor ultimately, our eternal home with Him. With Jesus’ help, may we always strive to live our lives as clean on the inside as we present ourselves to be on the outside.

Renita Odstrcil is a licensed Texas REALTOR®. She is a member of the National and Texas Association of Realtors and the local B/ CS Association of Realtors. She is currently affiliated with CrossTown Realty which is located in Caldwell and serves the Brazos Valley area. Renita has been in the real estate business since 2009 and would love to help you with your real estate needs. She may be reached at 979-220-9106 or by email at info@agentrenita.com

Why the Department of Education is Bad for Education

by Jay Burcham President of Brentwood Christian School in Austin, Texas

When Jimmy Carter signed an Executive Order to consolidate academic oversight into a single governmental entity the rationale seemed to make sense. Let’s put everything in one basket when it comes to federal oversight of monies and rules that apply to schools. But typical for most things the government handles, that is not the outcome.

Since the advent of the Department of Education (DoE), reading and math scores have a slight upward trend according to state level data collected and reported to the feds. The concerning word here is “slight”. The reason that word is so concerning is because those test scores have fallen dramatically since the pandemic and there is nothing to indicate a change for the positive. 2022 data show a decline in reading for 9-year-olds of 5 points and a decline in mathematics for that same age group for that same time of 7 points. What this translates into is the fact this country spends more per pupil than any other country in the world yet our kids rank 28th in the world in math and 40% of students cannot read at basic level.

So what is the problem? How can a system that spends more money on “learning” than any other system be producing such bad results that are becoming even worse? The answer is actually quite simple. The Department of Education has forgotten to focus on education. I am the head of a private school system that consistently over performs against local, state, federal, and world-wide trends. The reason for this is not because there is some magic elixir in private schools. The reason is that private schools are managed, overseen, and held ac-

are the ones demanding accountability and those closest to those demanding accountability can effectuate that change.

The bottom line is that we have to give control over education back to the local communities. Local communities are the defining sector for where the students will likely go to work, where they will grow socially, and where they likely will ultimately live. The big issue with this is that the federal value system does not reflect the value system of most local communities and the federal system has over-compensated for this by trying to implement radical change-agents like CRT and DEI to try and make local school systems more reflective of the staffers of the DoE.

The United States of America is exceptional because of its resources and opportunities. It is exceptional because its government was built on the principles of Biblical accountability. Most of all it is exceptional because of its people, which represent the best from around the world. Give the people back the control of the education of our kids so that we can get back to leading the world in innovation, strategy, and values.

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Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

There are five cows on a farm, one mamma cow and four baby calves. The first baby walks up to the mom and asks, “Momma, why is my name Rose?” The mommy cow replies, “Well honey, a rose petal fell on your head when you were born.” The next calf comes up and asks, “Momma, why is my name Lily?” The mother replies, “Because honey, a lily petal fell on your head when you were born.” The third baby comes up and asks, “Momma, why is my name Daisy?” The momma cow again replieds” Well, when you were born a daisy petal fell on your head.” The final baby walks over and says, “Duh huh guh nuh!” The momma cow says, “Shut up, Cinderblock.”

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her poodle along for company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a hungry-looking leopard heading rapidly in his direction. The poodle thinks, “Uh, oh!” Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the poodle exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?” Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. “Whew!” says the leopard. “That was close! That poodle nearly had me!” Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, monkey, hop on my back so you can watch me chew that poodle to bits!” Now, the poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?” but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and waits until they get just close enough to hear. “Where’s that damn monkey?” the poodle says. “I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!”

Most people are at the age where they are using their phones to document the good things in their life.

I’m at the age where I use my phone to take pictures of labels that I can’t read and use my phone to enlarge the print.

Navigating the Digital Minefield: A Cautionary Tale of Online Scams

Written by J. Tyler Clark Co-editor

and ad manager for the Front Porch Magazine. He is an estate planning and probate attorney based out of Caldwell, TX. He also is the Founder and CEO of the Christian Higher Education Foundation which helps increase access to Christian colleges and universities.

Technology has advanced at an astonishing pace, making it increasingly difficult to stay up to date with new products, smartphone updates, and the latest research. Even as a tech-savvy individual in my late twenties, I find it exhausting to keep up. It’s remarkable to think that cryptocurrency and artificial intelligence were once the realm of science fiction, yet here we are, living in a world shaped by these innovations. However, as we adapt and embrace these advancements, we must remain vigilant. If we grow complacent, we risk becoming easy targets for the ever-evolving tactics of modernday scammers.

Allow me to share an embarrassing yet instructive experience that unfolded earlier this year—one that left me on the phone with Discover for two hours at 4 a.m., desperately trying to recover nearly $5,000 after falling victim to an online scam.

One restless night, unable to sleep, I decided to explore some online educational content on estate planning—a subject of particular

interest to me as an attorney. I came across an eBook that aligned with the principles I had learned in law school and those gleaned under the mentorship of local attorney, William D. Ballard, a recent feature in Front Porch Magazine. At just $17, the purchase seemed like a no-brainer. As I had done countless times before, I double-tapped my phone, looked into the camera for verification, and made the purchase with ease.

But what happened next was unexpected. After buying the eBook, another page appeared, offering an estate planning course for

a staggering $4,997. Curious but not ready to commit, I clicked on the price—expecting to be taken to another page for more details or at least a confirmation prompt. Instead, to my horror, I was immediately charged. Unbeknownst to me, this company had stored my payment information and processed the transaction the moment I clicked.

To fully appreciate how I fell into this trap, it’s important to understand the technological landscape that enabled it. Online payments have evolved significantly since the early 2000s when PayPal revolutionized digital transactions. Before PayPal, transferring money online required traditional banking services. PayPal changed the game by allowing users to send and receive money quickly and securely without relying on conventional banks. This innovation paved the way for major tech players like Apple and Google to develop digital wallets, enabling users to store their credit card information on their devices. With just a double tap and biometric verification, customers can now make purchases effortlessly, whether online or in person.

Even small, local businesses have embraced this technology. Just this past March, I used Apple Pay to buy a kolache at Lissa’s Restyled Sip and Shop, a rare dime at Back Porch Antiques, and organic microgreens at Hope Springs Texas’s Saturday morning Farmers’ Market—simply by waving my phone over a credit card reader.

While this seamless convenience is remarkable, it also presents new vulnerabilities. My experience serves as a stark reminder that the same technology that makes transactions effortless can also make scams more insidious. As we continue to embrace digital advancements, staying cautious and informed is our best defense against financial pitfalls lurking in the online marketplace.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Little Johnny is constantly late for school and what’s worse is that he always has a big lie explaining why.

The teacher tells the principal that she has had it with his exaggerations.

The principal tells her to send Johnny to him the next time he shows up late.

He will tell Johnny a lie so big that he will never tell another one. Ever.

The next day, Johnny shows up two hours late.

Johnny says,

“I was two hours early today so I had time to fish in the pond on my way to school. I caught a 17-pound trout and had to take it home. If I hadn’t cleaned it and frozen it, my mom would’ve been angry. That’s why I’m so late”. The teacher promptly takes him to the principal’s office and explains the story to the principal.

The principal tells Johnny about his own trip to school that day.

He says,

“I was walking to school through the park on the trail today when I heard something behind me. I turned around and was shocked to see a giant grizzly bear behind me. He was 24 feet tall and had 6-inch fangs. He was going to eat me, Johnny! Just then a little dog ran out from the bushes, jumped up, and attacked the bear. The little dog killed the bear and then ate the whole bear right there in front of me. What do you think of that, Johnny?”

Johnny replies,

“Oh yeah, that’s my dog Sparky. That’s his third bear this week.”

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ENJOY THE TIME YOU HAVE

“Barely the day started and it’s already six in the evening. Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.

.. and the month is already over. and the year is almost over. and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.

.. and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.

.. and we realize it’s too late to go back.

So.. Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time.

Let’s keep looking for activities that we like.

Let’s put some color in our grey.

Let’s smile at the little things in life that puts calm in our hearts.

And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left.

Let’s try to eliminate the afters..

I’m doing it after.

I’ll say after.

I’ll think about it after.

We leave everything for later like “after” is ours.

Because what we don’t understand is that: Afterwards, the coffee gets cold. Afterwards, priorities change. Afterwards, the charm is broken. Afterwards, health passes. Afterwards, the kids grow up. Afterwards, parents get old. Afterwards, promises are forgotten. Afterwards, the day becomes the night. Afterwards, life ends. And then it’s often too late.

So.. Let’s leave nothing for later. Because still waiting to see later, we can lose the best moments, the best experiences, best friends, the best family. The day is today. The moment is now.

We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away.”

It Looks Like An Eternity, But It’s A Short Trip, Enjoy Life And Always Be Kind.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

An older Jewish gentleman was on the operating table awaiting surgery and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation. As he was about to get the anesthesia he asked to speak to his son. “Yes Dad, what is it?” “Don’t be nervous, son; do your best and just remember, if it doesn’t go well, if something happens to me ... your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife....”

Men don’t have babies. God saw the way they handle a cold and knew the species would never survive

Poetry by Jim Wilson

Jim Wilson is a 72-year-old, white male with no criminal record. He is a retired, Texas small animal veterinarian currently specializing in grass growing, gardening, writing, and public elementary school volunteering in the Burton/ Brenham area. Wilson is a philosophically conservative Republican with closet Democratic idealist empathy, and therefore has absolutely no credentials to be a poet. However, he has written more than 600 poems since 2000, and he feels compelled to share them with unsuspecting victims. Wilson’s publishing credits include Concho River Review, Ft. Davis Mt. Dispatch, and others. Wilson’s Down to Earth Poetry won the North Texas Book Festival Book Award for best poetry book and he has been nominated for and has been finalists in other writer award competitions.

After boiling down 75 years of life I have either gotten down to the distilled nectar or the scum at the bottom of the pot. Frankly, any particular day can go either way, but this is what I want to tell you. Live in the now moment of your life. Touch it, twist it, clarify it, gripe about it, enjoy it, but above all be conscious of it.

So, live now. Make the most of it because now is where your pot is boiling and where you can turn the heat up or down as necessary. This is where you can affect your life. Do it. Enjoy.

Earth Angel

Down Butternut Street God and I walked. We studied the people as we talked. Stayed out of my heart and in my head, But God looked at me and thus he said.

“Jim - you’re conscious visible me, Hungry, homeless so many I see. Lots of poor sad people here in need. I want to help but you must lead.”

“Wait God,” I cried, “that’s not the deal. Weak and helpless- that’s how I feel. You have all power and awesome might. You’re the One to make this right.

That hungry child needs bread and cheese. Crippled lady - help for knees. Homeless man needs shelter near. Sad couple ought to get some cheer.

God this work is up to you. You should know just what to do. Fix it all by magic spell. Heal and help and make all well.”

God didn’t bite. He said to me. “Jim, you’re my eyes. Through you I see. Your heart’s my heart - your hands are mine. Their working order seems just fine.

A simple truth that you must know. Is that through you - My work can show. Do not refuse or seem to faint. If you won’t help - that means I can’t!”

The Original Tonight Show

On a night when everyone was reasonably healthy and you didn’t have cause to fear for your safety.

A spring evening on the prairie sleeping on the ground next to the wagon watching the universe light up is probably why you don’t hear about too many pioneer atheists.

We Win Hands Down

When the hand of God reaches down to us, Seize the chance; take hold. Don’t duck or fuss. Regardless of our stained condition, He’ll lift us up to a blessed position. Grab both hands around His little finger. Hang on for dear life. Do not linger. He will not shake us off. We know we only fall if we let go.

I am the Lord your God, who holds your right hand, and I tell you, “Don’t be afraid. I will help you. Isaiah 41:13 (NCV)

HAS BEGUN

When Donald Trump was officially announced as our 47th President of the United States, I overheard a comment: This marks the beginning of the most thrilling days in the history of our country!

President Donald Trump did not begin his 2025 presidency quietly, to say the least. He hit the Oval Office running! The President’s “Make America Great Again” slogan was not simply campaign words.

President Trump has again confirmed his 20 Core Promises to Make America Great Again:

1 Seal the border and stop the migrant invasion.

2 Carry out the largest deportation operation in American history.

3 End inflation, and make America affordable again.

4 Make America the dominant energy producer in the world by far!

5 Stop outsourcing and turn the United States into a manufacturing superpower.

6 Large tax cuts for workers and no tax on tips!

7 Defend our constitution, our bill of rights, and our fundamenal freedoms, including freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and the right to keep and bear arms.

8 Prevent World War Three, restore peace in Europe and in the Middle East, and build a great iron dome missile defense shield over our entire country -- all made in America.

9 End the weaponization of government against the American people.

10 Stop the migrant crime epidemic, demolish the foreign drug cartels, crush gang violence, and lock up violent offenders.

11 Rebuild our cities, including Washington DC, making them safe, clean, and beautiful again.

12 Strengthen and modernize our military, making it without question, the strongest and most powerful in the world.

13 Keep the U.S. dollar as the world’s reserve currency.

14 Fight for and protect social security and Medicare with no cuts, including no changes to the retirement age.

15 Cancel the electric vehicle mandate and cut costly and burdensome regulations,

16 Cut federal funding for any school pushing critical race theory, radical gender ideology, and other inappropriate racial, sexual, or political content on our children.

17 Keep men out of women’s sports.

18 Deport pro-Hamas radicals and make our college campuses safe

and patriotic again.

19 Secure our elections, including same day voting, voter identification, paper ballots, and proof of citizenship.

20 Unite our country by bringing it to new and record levels of success.

Have any of these 20 commitments resonated with you? In just 3 months, President Trump has already made significant progress on his promises!

The White House states “Trump plans to use his mandate to reject the extremist policies of the radical left while providing tangible quality of life improvements for the American people. This includes putting a stop to endless wars, defending our nation’s borders, and unleashing the potential of the American economy, affording ALL Americans the opportunity to pursue THEIR version of the American dream.”

https://www.whitehouse.gov/administration/donald-j-trump/

The previous statement by the Republican party is not just rhetoric. The President has issued 168 documents on 139 topics, including 89 executive orders (EO).

In January, President Trump began implementing bold reforms to restore the nation to full prosperity and make sure AI (Artificial Intelligence), emerging technologies, and the other industries of tomorrow are created, built, and grown in the United States. These are two examples:

*SoftBank CEO Masayoshi Son announced $100 billion in new U.S. investments over the next four years. The pledge promises 100,000+ new American jobs in Artificial Intelligence (AI) and related critical infrastructure.

*DAMAC Properties CEO Hussain Sajwani announced a new $20 billion investment in the United States. The investment, which will employ thousands of American workers, will build new data centers in Texas, Arizona, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Ohio, Illinois, Michigan, and India.

Our President is actively working to secure our borders. After President Trump demanded Mexico and Canada stem the flow of illegal immigration, human trafficking, and deadly drugs entering the United States, both countries have already pledged to take immediate action.

NATO Secretary General, Mark Rutte, lauded President Trump’s effort to push NATO allies to increase defense spending.

The Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), led by Elon Musk, aims to identify $1 trillion in savings to mitigate the national debt, which currently stands at approximately $36.5 trillion. DOGE is scrutinizing all areas of government expenditure. For more information on their initiatives, visit the DOGE website.

President Trump is actively fulfilling his promises. Stay informed by checking the Federal Register, keeping up with DOGE, and understanding the developments in America. The Best is Yet to Come!

Sandy Lou Miller

Grab your popcorn folks... it’s going to be one heck of a ride!

From the Back Porch

A man died and went to Heaven. St, Peter says to him, “Before you meet with God, I should tell you we’ve looked over your life and to be honest, you really didn’t do anything particularly good or bad. We’re not really sure what to do with you. Can you tell us anything you did that can help us make a decision?” The newly arrived soul thought for a moment and replied, “Yeah, once I was driving along and came upon a little old lady who was being harassed by a group of thugs. So I pulled over and went up to the leader of the thugs. He was a big, muscular guy with a ring pierced through his lip. Well, I tore the ring out of his lip, and told him he and his gang had better stop bothering this lady or they would have to deal with me!” “Wow that’s impressive, “When did this happen?” “About three minutes ago,” came the reply.

A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question.

The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped inches from a shop window.

For a second, everything was quiet in the cab. Then the driver said, “Look, mate, don’t ever do that again. You scared the living daylights out of me!”

The passenger apologized and said, “I didn’t realize that a little tap would scare you so much.”

The driver replied, “Sorry, it’s not really your fault. Today is my first day as a cab driver — I’ve been driving a funeral van for the last 25 years.”

One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when one of them shouted, “Look at that dead bird!” Someone looked up at the sky and said, “Where?” **************

The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it’s safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, ‘What on earth are blind people doing driving?!’ She was a probation officer in Wichita, KS

**************

I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn’t understand why her system would not turn on. A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less. **************

A wife got so mad at her husband she packed his bags and told him to get out.

As he walked to the door she yelled, “I hope you die a long, slow, painful death,”

He turned around and said, “So, you want me to stay?”

While working at a pizza parlor I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before responding. “Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don’t think I’m hungry enough to eat 6 pieces.”

I was at the checkout of a K-Mart. The clerk rang up $46.64 charge. I gave her a fifty dollar bill. She gave me back $46.64. I gave it back to her and told her that she had made a mistake in MY favor and gave her the money back. She became indignant and informed me she was educated and knew what she was doing, and returned the money again. I gave her the money back again...same scenario! I departed the store with the $46.64. **************

When I left Hawaii and was transferred to Fl, I still had the Hawaiian plates on my car as my car was shipped from Hawaii. I was parking somewhere (I can’t remember) and a guy asked me “Wow, you drove from Hawaii to here?” I looked at him and quickly said “Yep. I took the Hawaii/San Francisco Bridge.” He nodded his head and said, “Cool!”

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

One day a duck walks in a store and ask the manager if they sell grapes. The manager says, “No, we don’t sell grapes.” The duck goes home and comes back the next day and asks the same question. The manager says the same thing again, “No, we do not sell grapes.” The duck goes home, comes back the next day, and asks the manager if they sell grapes. This time the manager says, “No, we don’t sell grapes! If you ask one more time, I will nail your beak to the floor!” The duck goes home. It comes back the next day and asks the manager if he has any nails. The manager says, “No, I don’t have any nails.” The duck says, “Okay, good. Do you sell grapes?”

Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don’t recognize you.

A mom texts, “Hi! Son, what does IDK, LY, & TTYL mean?” He texts back, “I Don’t Know, Love You, & Talk To You Later.” The mom texts him, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. I’ll ask your sister, love you too.”

A magician worked on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. The audience would be different each week, so the magician did the same tricks each week. However, there was a problem, the captain’s parrot saw the shows each week and began to understand how the magician did every trick. Once he understood, he started shouting out the secrets in the middle of the show, “Look, it’s not the same hat.” “Look, he is hiding the flowers under the table.” “Hey, why are all the cards the Ace of Spades?”

The magician was furious but couldn’t do anything, it was, after all, the captain’s parrot.

One day, the ship had an accident and sank. The magician found himself with the parrot, adrift on a piece of wood, in the middle of the ocean. They stared at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word. This went on for a day, then another, and another. Finally, after a week, the parrot said, “Okay, I give up. Where the heck is the boat?”

The Golden Age for Pets Aging grAcefully

So, you and your pet have survived the puppy/kitten and young adult stage of life. Your pet is now bonded and a member of your family. The good news is that animal husbandry has progressed exponentially in the past thirty years. The base of knowledge regarding animal disease, nutrition and behavior with an increased awareness of pet health by the pet parent have dramatically increase the life span in our pets. Pets that once lived outside sometimes without proper shelter, fed table scraps or cheap commercial pet food and never received any health care what so ever, now have monthly medications, high quality diets, veterinary care, behavior enrichments, flea and tick prevention. With that said, its important to note that senior pets have changes in vision, hearing, mobility, nutrition, cognitive ability, smell and taste. We must be vigilant and monitor closely the senior pet for these issues. Typically, the declining health of senior pets are slow, progressive changes that are easily missed or overlooked. The remainder of this discussion will address the graceful aging of our senior pets and how you can provide the best care in their golden years.

to more aggressively manage specific diseases and problems. Annual or bi-annual examinations, along with bloodwork, can help determine whether or not your pet needs a prescription diet, medications or dental care to handle current or hidden health issues. This is critical to aging gracefully. Often during yearly exams, early detection of medical problems can lead to treatment protocols that will increase the quality and longevity of their life span. Heart disease, osteoarthritis, oral health and cognitive decline are some of the more common issues detected in the geriatric patient.

Congestive heart failure is often indicated by weight loss, lethargy, coughing, seizures or abdominal distention. It is important to know that there are excellent medications that can greatly extend your pet’s life. Vetmedin, ACE inhibitors and diuretics will slow the progression of heart failure and improve their quality of life.

Pets transition from adults to geriatrics much more rapidly than humans. In addition, the pet often instinctively hides disease and pain. This makes monitoring for pet decline much more difficult. Be diligent of the pet’s attitude, appetite, sleeping habits and interaction with other pets or family members. This will help guide you in aging your pet gracefully.

Nutrition and diet are very important in the welfare of an aged pet. Typically, geriatric pet’s metabolic needs, taste and smell decline overtime. Feed a high-quality dry diet twice a day mixed with a small amount of wet/canned food or add a meat broth to increase palatability. Measure the diet and feed according to the manufacturer’s recommendations for the optimal weight of pet. If the pet does not eat, then pull the meal up for a later feeding. No free grazing or table food as this leads to obesity, gastrointestinal disease and a fickle, spoiled pet. Grain free or specialty geriatric diets are typically a marketing scam. Stick with reputable manufacturers like Hills, Royal Canin, Purina and Eukanuba. Maintenance diets made by these manufacturers are formulated for all stages including geriatric pets. If your pet has allergies, obesity and mobility issues, you may choose to customize their diet. In addition, most of these manufacturers produce prescription diets

Osteoarthritis or degenerative joint disease is the main cause of chronic pain in pets and is often missed or not detected by pet parents. Treatment of chronic pain in geriatric pets has advanced beyond nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs that can cause other problems with long term use. We now use a multi-model approach with chondroprotectants, Gabapentin, Galiprant, Solensia and Librela. These medications can be combined to customize a pain management protocol to greatly increase a pet’s mobility and quality of life.

Dental health, thyroid, renal (kidney), and cognitive disease are also often overlooked geriatric pet diseases that can shorten and decrease the quality of life. With a proper history, physical exam, and bloodwork, these and many other problems can be addressed.

It’s important to note the goal is to increase the geriatric pet’s “Quality of Life” and thus the life span. Unfortunately, pet parents often confuse their own wishes with the pet’s actual quality of life. Be diligent and take the time to monitor your pet’s health and well-being. Geriatric pets that are withdrawn, not interactive with you or family, not eating well, soiling themselves, or becoming aggressive, need evaluation and perhaps a trip to rainbow bridge. Remember, you are their advocate. They cannot speak for themselves, but they can and do give you clues.

Live long and prosper. MAGA!

Jack F McKemie, DVM

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Little Johnny

Little Johnny’s neighbour just had a baby. Sadly, the baby was born without any ears.

When the mom and baby came back home from the hospital, Johnny’s family was invited over to see the baby. Before they left their house, Little Johnny’s dad had a chat with him and explained how the baby had no ears.

Johnnys dad also told him that if he so much as mentioned anything about the baby’s missing ears or even said the word “ears”, he would get the hiding of his life when they came back home.

Little Johnny told his dad he understood and agreed not to mention the baby,s lack of ears.

Johnny looks in the basonet and says, “Wow, what a beautiful baby.” The mother replies, ‘Why, thanks Johnny.” Johnny says: “He has beautiful little feet, beautiful little hands, a cute little nose, and really beautiful eyes. Is he able to see alright?”

“Yes”, says the mom, “we are so grateful, the doctor said he will have perfect vision.”

“That is great”, says Little Johnny, “cause he’d be in trouble if he needed glasses!”

Wisdom comes from experience.

Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.

Little Johnny was struggling with his school grades. One day he surprises his teacher with an announcement. He walks up to her and says, “I don’t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I don’t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a spanking!”

During the concert little Johnny sits in the front row waiting for the concert to begin. A friend asks, “Johnny, how did you manage to get a ticket to the concert?” Johnny replies, “I got a ticket from my sister.”

The friend asks, “and where is your sister?” Johnny says, “Back at home, looking for her ticket.”

Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Caldwell Men’s Lions Club Doing Great Things for the Community

The Caldwell Men’s Lions Club is a service organization that has been serving the Caldwell area since 1917. The past year has been especially rewarding as the Lions have continued to provide hundreds of service hours and over $30,000 in financial support to key programs including: Student Eye Exams and Glasses, Eye Glass recycling, Caldwell Community Food Bank, High School Leo Club, Boys and Girls Club, Texas Lions Camp, Burleson County Back to School Program, and trade school and university scholarships.

In 2024, the club took on an additional challenge of building wheelchair ramps in partnership with the Texas Ramp Project, a non-profit organization. These projects are custom built for people that are having mobility difficulties. The ramps allow the medical recipients to freely enter and exit their homes. These are built at no cost to qualifying residents or Burleson County.

The Caldwell Men’s Club raises money through 3 key fund raisers during the year. Coming up in late spring will be the 24th annual golf tournament held at Copperas Hollow Country Club in Caldwell.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”

~Margaret Mead~

“Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.”

~Albert Einstein~

“I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know; the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.”

~Albert Schweitzer~

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Kavon Novak, Fightin’ Texas Aggie class of ‘91, is a Registered Investment Consultant with LPL Financial. He holds a Series 7, 24, 63, and 65 license. Kavon has been in the financial industry since 1998 and is a multi-year “Outstanding Client Service” award recipient. He serves as a Caldwell City Alderman and is an active member on the Brazos Valley Council of Governments Board of Directors. In addition, he is involved with the Burleson County Chamber of Commerce, the Caldwell Men’s Lions Club, and the Caldwell Rotary Club. For a complementary financial consultation call 979-255-8796.

What are Tax Scams?

Tax scams involve bad actors — who impersonate the IRS, tax professionals, or government entities over the phone, through text, online, or by email — and are designed to trick you into providing sensitive information or sending money for taxes, penalties, and fees you don’t owe.

According to the Internal Revenue Service’s Criminal Investigation Team, they initiated 1,409 tax crime investigations and identified $5.5 billion in tax fraud in 2023. Tax scams peak the highest during tax season, therefore it is crucial to remain vigilant and verify the legitimacy of any communication or request related to taxes.

Tax Scam Methods

There are many methods cybercriminals use for tax scams, and they often deploy creative tactics to deceive their victims. The methods listed below are not the only methods a cybercriminal can use.

Fake Tax Refund: A new scheme that involves bad actors mailing letters impersonating and IRS letter. The letter claims that there is a notice in relation to an unclaimed tax refund.

IRS Call: Impersonation phone calls also known as vishing may occur, where callers will pose as IRS agents and use fake credentials in hopes of stealing taxpayer funds or personal information. These scammers may know a lot about their victims and will intimidate them into making a hasty decision.

Phishing email: Scammers will send several email alerts attempting to trick people into thinking their emails are legitimate notices from the IRS. These phishing emails will seek information related to refunds, filing status, confirming personal identity, and late payments.

How to identify and deal with Tax Fraud:

Tax scams become increasingly popular during tax season, but here are some ways to identify them:

• Use caution with unsolicited communications. The IRS typically initiates contact via traditional mail. Be wary of unexpected calls, emails, or texts claiming to be from the IRS or any tax authority, especially if they require immediate payment or threaten legal action.

Scams to Expect for Tax Season

• Verify sources. If you receive any communication claiming to be the IRS or a tax professional, verify its legitimacy by navigating to the official website or contact a verified phone number.

• Be alert of phishing attempts. Think twice before interacting with any email requesting for sensitive or financial information. Legitimate organizations like the IRS, will not ask for this information via email or phone.

• Resist scare tactics. Scammers will often use intimidation or urgency to bait victims into making a rushed decision, not in their best interest. We recommend you take your time, thoroughly evaluate requests, and verify all urgent requests.

• Secure personal information. Be sure to protect your information such as Social Security numbers and financial details to prevent identity theft and tax fraud.

• Educate yourself. Stay informed on the latest tax scams used by fraudsters. More awareness allows you mitigate risks and attacks.

I think I may be a victim of a Tax scam. What should I do?

1. Stop all communication. If you are in contact with a scammer, cease communication immediately.

2. Report the incident. You can file a complaint with the IRS on their website Additionally, you can report the incident to the Federal Trade Commission (FTC) on their website.

3. Protect your identity. Monitor your financial accounts, credit reports, and any other sensitive information for signs of unauthorized access and activity. With most accounts, you can place a fraud alert or a credit freeze to prevent further compromise.

4. Document the incident. Keep any record of communication and documentation related to the scam. This can be extremely useful when reporting the incident and resolving any issues with tax authorities.

Additional Considerations

This material is for general information only and is not intended to provide specific advice or recommendations for any individual. This material was prepared by LPL Financial, LLC. Tracking #545560 (Exp. 02/27)

The Golden Age of America

Bio: J. Tyler Clark is a co-editor and ad manager for the Front Porch Magazine. He is an estate planning and probate attorney based out of Caldwell, TX. He also is the Founder and CEO of the Christian Higher Education Foundation which helps increase access to Christian colleges and universities.

In President Trump’s innagural address he deemed this period in American history “The Golden Age.” Within that vein, others refer to it as the “Renaissance of America.” According to Britannica, the term is a French word meaning “rebirth” and was used to describe cultural, intellectual, and spiritual revival in Europe between the 14th and 17th centuries. Historians also remarked that period as being a movement “from darkness to light.” I firmly believe America is on a similar path of renewal, largely due to President Trump’s leadership.

President Trump himself believes that God spared his life to enable him to save America. I share this belief for several reasons. Our nation has drifted far from the vision of our Founding Fathers. Restoring that vision requires a unique and determined leader. President Trump possesses the necessary qualities, which are strengthened by his conviction that he has a divine purpose. He deeply loves America, and his patriotism drives his commitment to restoring the nation’s core values. He remains steadfast in his beliefs despite strong opposition and has a clear vision of what America should be based on its founding principles. As a highly intelligent leader and successful businessman, he brings innovative solutions to national challenges and knows how to select capable people to lead in key areas. He is also transparent, openly sharing his plans and decisions even when facing heavy criticism. His sense of humor adds a human touch to his leadership, though critics often misinterpret it.

One of President Trump’s most notable contributions is his commitment to restoring common sense in areas where it has been lost. His cabinet hit the ground running with such force it is easy to overlook or forget all that they have done. He issued an executive order recognizing only two genders—male and female— aligning with the foundational belief in God’s creation. He halted federal funding for schools that promote gender transitions for children and advocates for parental rights in education. He also opposes allowing biological men to participate in women’s sports or access their private spaces, arguing that it is unfair and unsafe. Additionally, he champions merit-based hiring practices, ensuring that federal jobs are filled by the most qualified candidates rather

than being based on race, gender identity, or other non-merit factors. He is closing the southern border and deporting those who enter the country illegally, beginning with criminals. He supports the prosecution of lawbreakers and is committed to strengthening law enforcement. He is also rebuilding the military, enhancing both its size and capabilities to ensure national security. By rooting out waste and fraud, he aims to ensure that taxpayers’ money is used wisely. Furthermore, he is addressing unfair trade practices to protect American workers and strengthen the nation’s economic security.

I believe that God is using President Trump to guide America toward a renewed era of common sense and justice in every area of government. “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people He chose for His inheritance.” – Psalm 33:12 (NIV)

The Recipe for Restoration

by J. Tyler Clark

As we revel in the triumph of a hard-fought election and celebrate the progress made by President Trump’s cabinet, it is imperative that we not forget: all good things must come to an end. Even President Trump’s golden age could be dismantled in just four years, yet scripture reminds us that hope can be found

in the most unlikely of places. Allow me to share a vision of how God’s people—both in Nazareth’s past and Caldwell’s present—hold the key to lasting restoration.

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“Can anything good come from Nazareth?” This was young Nathanael’s skeptical reply to his close friend, Philip, over 2,000 years ago when Philip excitedly proclaimed that he had found the one foretold by the prophecies and Mosaic Law. Nathanael’s response reflected the common prejudice against Nazareth and the seeming improbability that the Savior would come from such a place.

The Son of God from Nazareth? Who would think it?

Jesus Christ, the Son of God, grew up in Nazareth. In a selfless act of perfect love, He died on the cross to save us from our sins and lived to show us how to follow Him. Our nation knew this at its founding, but like the ancient Israelites, we have forgotten Him. This administration has made great strides in aligning the Lord’s law with the nation’s, but the political pendulum offers only a brief reprieve. It is we, the hands and feet of Jesus, who must help our nation remember, love, and obey the one true God. However, we have been crippled by the secularization and liberalization of American colleges and universities. Every university at this nation’s founding was Christian, yet over time, they liberalized, secularized, and eventually began actively tearing down faith. Today, as many as six out of ten young people walk away from their faith during their college years.

I woke up to this realization when two of my closest childhood friends abandoned their Christian faith while attending large, secular, state universities. Influenced by professors and peers, they embraced worldly ideologies and left Christ behind. I, too, experienced spiritual doubt and frustration with the church, yet I attended a private Christian college that fostered faith, taught biblical truth, and helped me continue to trust in Jesus. Christian colleges aren’t foolproof, immune to liberalization, or easily accessible, but the right ones are often our youth’s best chance at knowing and loving the Lord during these formative years.

To address this crisis, I founded The Christian Higher Education Foundation (CHEF) in Caldwell, Texas, to help churches highlight the value of Christian colleges and provide modest financial incentives for their youth to attend. We have successfully lobbied six Christian colleges to match every dollar contributed by churches. Additionally, churches can empower families to raise their own funds through CHEF’s monthly meal kit bundles—manufactured at Lissa’s Restyled Sip & Shop—and by securing advertising spots in Front Porch Magazine. We work tirelessly to ensure that at least 30-50% of all proceeds go toward scholarships.

The restoration of the church, our universities, and the nation out of Caldwell? Who would think it?

To that I simply echo Philip’s reply, “Come and see,” (John 1:46) when he invited Nathanael to set aside his skepticism and personally encounter Jesus. Please reach out if you’d like to see your church involved in this ministry or have any questions about meal kits or Front Porch sales.

For more information email Tyler@ChefScholars.org or visit CHEF’s website at www.ChefScholars.org

How Good is Your Memory?

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events. The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandfather replied, ‘Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:

• television in homes

• polio shots

• frozen foods

• Xerox

• contact lenses

• Frisbees

• The pill

• credit cards

• laser beams

• panty hose

• air conditioners in homes

• dishwashers in homes

• clothes dryers

• man hadn’t yet walked on the moon

We hadn’t heard of:

• tape decks cds

• electric typewriters

• yogurt

• Guys wearing earrings or holding hands

• Your Grandmother and I got married first ... and then lived together.

• Every family had a father and a mother.

• Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, ‘Sir’ And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, ‘Sir.’

• We were before queer-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, day-care centers, and group therapy.

• Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

• We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our ac tions.

• Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

• We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.

• And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to tommy dorsey.

• Guns were used for hunting and target shooting. You did not need them to defend yourself.

• Most homes did not lock the doors. People knew better

than to enter someone else’s home.

• If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan’ on it, it was junk.

• Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.

We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.

• Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a pepsi were all a nickel.

• And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail a letter and 2 postcards.

• You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600 ... but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

• In my day, ‘grass’ was mowed, ‘coke’ was a cold drink.

• ‘pot’ was something your mother cooked in.

• ‘Aids’ were helpers in the Principal’s office.

• ‘Hardware’ was found in a hardware store.

• ‘S oftware’ wasn’t even a word.

• And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.

• No wonder people call us ‘old and confused’ and say there is a generation gap.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

There Once Was A Monastery That Was Very Strict

Following a vow of silence, none of the monks were allowed to speak at all.

But there was one exception to this rule.

Every ten years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words.

After spending his first ten years at the monastery, one monk went to the head monk.

“It has been ten years,” said the head monk

“What are the two words you would like to speak?”

“Bed… hard…” said the monk.

“I see,” replied the head monk.

Ten years later, the monk returned to the head monk’s office.

“It has been ten more years,” said the head monk.

“What are the two words you would like to speak?”

“Food… awful…” said the monk.

“I see,” replied the head monk.

Yet another ten years passed and the monk once again met with the head monk who asked, “What are your two words now, after these ten years?”

“I… quit!” said the monk.

“Well, I can see why…,” replied the head monk.

“All you ever do is complain!”

When I was a kid they didn’t call it “Behavioral Disorders” , They call it “Being a little Brat”

Life, Love & Death

Ramirez is the Managing Licensed Funeral Director at Phillips and Luckey Funeral Home in Caldwell, Texas. In addition to her love for funeral directing, she serves as a Certified Life Celebrant and Cremation Specialist. Marci enjoys her time volunteering for several non-profit organizations. She is a member of Caldwell Methodist Church. She loves baking, karaoke, time with friends and family as well as her beloved chihuahuas, Charlie and Bones.

Life, love and death. What a combo! The truth is we are all born dying. What we choose to do in life is up to us. Over the years I have heard so many stories, or rather excuses, about how life shapes people. I say excuses, because no matter what life has dealt you, you have choices.

There are so many questions. Where did we come from? Is there really a God? Are there many Gods? Did we just evolve from well, whatever….? Personally, I believe that there is one true God and creator of all things, a man who truly loves His children. Life, in my opinion, is a series of experiences, some good, some not so much. How use the knowledge we gain from these experiences is what truly shapes our lives. What does it mean to live? Every life has a special meaning. Every person has a story. Every story matters. We live according to our beliefs, work hopefully in jobs we love, we have family and

friends that we share special times with, we are blessed with experiences, good and bad. But how we live our lives, truly live, is ultimately a choice we alone can make. We must communicate and not assume, ask questions, not judge.

Love. How can one define such a beautiful thing? When your eyes see beauty and your heart flutters with joy, it’s exhilarating! But love is so much more than just a flip flop of the heart. It is the kindness shown to others, without expectation. It’s helping a stranger in need, a warm embrace, or comfort offered with gentleness and caring. It’s greeting people with a smile as they walk by on the street. Love is patient, kind, and forgiving. Sometimes we forget that, and we are not so loving to our family and friends. Can we do better? We must try. What if harsh and heart-breaking words expressed in anger or disappointment to someone we love were our last words spoken?

Death. Someone once asked me what the death rate in Texas was. My first reaction was well, just because I work in death care doesn’t mean I know the death rate! I serve my families in their time of need, secretly hoping every day, as I see those I love that they will live forever. (For those of you who care wondering, it’s 100%). We will all die. When? Well that we cannot answer that one. But what we can do is live life loving others and forgiving those who have hurt us. We can love them, the way God loves us. We can live thru the love we share with family, friends and even strangers.

Every life matters, no matter who you are. You may have all the money in the world, but you are not better than anyone, even the homeless. We all fit in the same size grave. Choose to live life, love others and remember death is always quite possibly one second away.

Marci

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Explain God

Written by Danny Dutton, age 8, Chula Vista, California, for his third grade, homework assignment.

“One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things here on earth. He doesn’t make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way, He doesn’t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.

God’s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV on account of this. Since He hears everything, not only prayers, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off.

God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere, which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting His time by going over your parent’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.

Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren’t any who come to our church.

His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn’t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like the secretary, only more important, of course. You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to hear you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.

You should always go to Church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God. Don’t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong! And, besides, the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.

If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parent can’t go everywhere with You, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared in the dark or when you can’t swim very good and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids. But you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.

Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind like His Father and He told His Father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said OK.

And that’s why I believe in God.”

Kids today don’t know how easy they have it. When I was young, I had to walk 9 feet through shag carpet to change the TV channel

Cartels Escalate Tension with Boarder Patrol

The escalating tension between cartels and U.S. Border Patrol has taken a dangerous turn following a series of significant actions by the Trump administration and the state of Texas. These moves, which have rattled transnational criminal organizations, have led to a frightening response—one that threatens both U.S. law enforcement and the general public.

On February 20, 2025, President Trump followed through on a key promise by issuing an executive action that designated eight major cartels as Foreign Terrorist Organizations (FTOs) and Specially Designated Global Terrorists (SDGTs). This move targeted groups like the Cártel de Sinaloa, Cártel de Jalisco Nueva Generación, and MS-13, all notorious for their violent operations. Trump’s Executive Order 14157 highlighted the growing threat these organizations pose to national security, American citizens, and the stability of the Western Hemisphere. The State Department’s designation aimed to provide U.S. law enforcement with additional tools to combat these groups and dismantle their operations both domestically and internationally.

The designation marked a crucial turning point in the U.S. strategy against cartel violence. By labeling these organizations as terrorist groups, the Trump administration made it clear that cartel violence would not be tolerated and that these groups would face heightened pressure from federal authorities.

Meanwhile, the state of Texas ramped up its efforts in the fight against illegal immigration and cartel violence. Governor Greg Abbott reached an agreement with the Trump administration, allowing Texas National Guard soldiers to make immigration-related arrests under the supervision of Customs and Border Protection (CBP). Governor Abbott confirmed that the new policy would be implemented immediately, giving Texas National Guard members an active role in combating illegal activities along the border, as reported by Fox News.

These aggressive moves did not go unnoticed by the cartels. The cartels, in response to this new pressure, have authorized the use of weaponized drones to target U.S. law enforcement. The drones are reportedly outfitted with explosives, representing an alarming escalation in the tactics used by these criminal organizations. This new weaponry showcases the cartels’ increasing willingness to engage in extreme violence in order to maintain control and disrupt law enforcement efforts. The U.S. Army has since deployed advanced ground-based radars along the U.S.Mexico border to track and spot weaponized unscrewed

aerial systems.

These developments underscore how the Trump administration’s actions and Texas’ bold moves have pushed the cartels into more drastic measures than they would typically employ. The designation of cartels as terrorist organizations has significantly disrupted their operations, forcing them to escalate their tactics, including the use of deadly drones. The decision to weaponize drones is a shocking example of this shift, indicating that the cartels are prepared to go to any length to protect their operations and continue their reign of terror.

As one anonymous Border Patrol agent stated, “Trump’s memo has definitely shaken the cartel to the core.” This quote captures the profound impact that the Trump administration’s actions have had on the cartels, forcing them into more violent and desperate actions. The battle against these criminal organizations is far from over, and the escalation of tactics, including drone attacks, marks a dangerous new chapter in this ongoing conflict.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Elephant

The class teacher asks students to name an animal that begins with an “E”. One boy says, “Elephant.”

Then the teacher asks for an animal that begins with a “T”. The same boy says, “Two elephants.”

The teacher sends the boy out of the class for bad behavior. After that she asks for an animal beginning with “M”.

The boy shouts from the other side of the wall: “Maybe an elephant!”

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Artificial Dyes

By Vani Hari (The Food Babe)

Vani Hari is the food activist behind FoodBabe.com, a NY Times best-selling author of 4 books, founder of the organic products brand Truvani, and was named one of the “Most Influential People on the Internet” by Time magazine. Hari’s viral testimony before the US Senate sparked a massive movement to stop American food companies from poisoning their own citizens with ingredients they don’t use in other countries. Hari founded Food Babe to spread information about what is really in the American food supply. She teaches people how to make the right purchasing decisions at the grocery store, how to live an organic lifestyle, and how to travel healthfully around the world. Vani has gathered hundreds of thousands of petitions to change the food system and influenced how major food giants like Kraft, Subway, Chipotle, Chick-fil-A, and Starbucks create their products, steering them towards more healthful policies

One of the first things I did after my health scare was to stop eating any artificial dyes.

That one change alone was truly the starting point to regaining my health.

I’m hoping that you’ve already banned dyes from your diet too (which is amazing!)

But, if you haven’t…

Let me give you 10 solid reasons to never eat artificial dyes again:

1. Food companies use artificial dyes to get you to eat MORE of their processed product, which increases their sales (and your waistline). We already have a major obesity problem in this country, and this is just making it worse.

2. Products with dyes are already insanely processed and universally unhealthy. When you ban dyes from your diet, you automatically avoid much of the heavily processed junk in stores that is horrible for your health.

3. The Southampton Study in 2007 found a strong link

between artificial dye consumption in children and increasing hyperactivity. When 3- to 8-year-olds were given test mixtures, they became “significantly more hyperactive”.

Six artificial dyes require a warning label in Europe that they “may have an adverse effect on activity and attention in children”. If other countries deem them a risk, shouldn’t we

In a recent scientific review, 16 out of 25 of studies associated dyes with neurobehavioral issues in children. There are now over 7 million children diagnosed with ADHD in this country. This is a MILLION more children than in 2016. MAYDAY! MAYDAY! We have a problem.

The “acceptable levels” of dyes in food are based on 35- to 70-year-old studies, before the effects on children were known. We now know that just 1mg of dye can cause hyperactivity, while one serving of TRIX may contain over 30mg!

A 2015 study found that artificial dyes can disrupt the immune system - making it easier for you and your kids to get

8. Researchers massaged Yellow 5 onto mice, and it turned their skin transparent. Just imagine what these dyes are doing to our insides…WTF

9. Artificial dyes are made from petroleum. This is obviously not food, and many of us have been bamboozled into believing that it’s okay to eat cheap artificial substances made from CRUDE OIL…isn’t it time we stop believing that?

10. Artificial dyes can be contaminated with cancer-causing substances. With cancer cases going up 1-2% per year in young people, getting carcinogens out of our food should be a top priority.

Check the ingredient label for these popular artificial dyes…

• Yellow 5

• Yellow 6

• Red 40

• Blue 1

• Red 3 (banned but still in food until 2027)

• Titanium Dioxide (banned in EU)

• Caramel Color (often made from Ammonia)

• “Color Added” (could be hidden Titanium Dioxide)

If everyone banned artificial dyes from their diets, Big Food would be forced to take them out immediately. We are changing the world together!

Xo,

Vani

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

You know how theY throw the ball into the crowd after theY win the game?

that’s not allowed in bowling.

sometimes You meet someone and You know from the first moment that You want to spend Your whole life without them.

The secret to a l ong term marriage a couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary.

Their domestic tranquillity had long been the talk of the town, and on this special occasion, a local newspaper reporter paid them a visit.

he inquired as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

“well,” explained the husband, “it all goes back to our honeymoon.

we visited the grand canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule.”

‘we hadn’t gone too far when my wife’s mule stumbled.

my wife quietly said ‘That’s once.’ we proceeded a little farther when the mule stumbled again.

once more my wife quietly spoke: ‘That’s twice.‘ we hadn’t gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time.

my wife promptly removed a revolver from her purse, hopped down off the beast, and shot the mule dead.”

“i started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at me and quietly said, ‘That’s once.”

D.O.G.E.

Department of Government Efficiency

By Brad Oliver, AIC, EGA, SM

Last summer Americans everywhere were getting ready for what would be the election of our lifetime. On November 5th, the American people spoke and a mandate was issued. President Trump wasted no time in appointing Elon Musk to head up the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), which we would later learn was not new at all.

President Barrak Obama in 2014 established the U.S. Digital Service gathering intellectuals in the fields of engineering and design to implement technological changes which would bring about improvements in four areas but, primarily improving critical government services.

It appears President Trump saw an opportunity and seized it rebranding the U.S. Digital Service into the Department of Government Efficiency on January 22, 2025 putting Suzie Wiles (Chief of Staff) in charge and whom Elon Musk reports to. It is unclear how much actual communications exist between Ms. Wiles and Elon Musk, but considering how much media exposure is given, we can rest assured things between them must be going well.

The impacts of DOGE were immediate. Lawsuits against the Trump administration and Elon Musk himself are open record. Those on the political-left are not happy with the amounts of cuts being made displacing thousands of workers and eliminating “pet” projects full of pork belly spending, not only in America, but around the world with the highly publicized USAID which is currently slated for dismantling.

Fun fact: The United States Agency for International Development (USAID) was formed to consolidate foreign assistance programs by President John F. Kennedy using an Executive Order in 1961. The original purpose was to combat poverty, provide aid after disasters, and democratic reforms in these nations.

The exact number of federal employees totals approximately 2.9 million. When combined with the contractors an additional 40 percent increases to about 4 million Americans at risk of termination from Elon Musk’s “Band of Technological Geniuses”.

Watching these events unfold from the inside as a federal contractor for 10 years, the pulse is high and fear of the unknown is everywhere. Many have taken the President’s “Buy Out” program which provides 6 months of pay and early retirement for those eligible. Others have the “wait and see” attitude. One thing is sure, efficiencies are needed in every area. All Americans should be honored to help DOGE bring about fiscally sound practices and help facilitate tough cuts while this sinking ship is repaired before it is sunk by 50 years of mismanagement.

The story continues as Texas Speaker of House, Dustin Burrows, announced Texas has formed its own DOGE department

consisting of 8 Republicans and 5 Democrats chaired by Giovanni Capriglione-R. On March 5th, 2025 Texas DOGE met for the first time for 12 hours straight brainstorming ways to enact cuts to eliminate waste, fraud, and abuse. Chairman Capriglione stated “Make no mistake, change is coming and it will be quick and decisive”.

May we all live to see America become Great Again!

Brad Oliver is local to Caldwell for 36 years. He has written technical and training materials for over 40 years and has trained both Insurance professionals and FEMA personnel over the past decade. Currently, he is working with FEMA as a subject matter expert.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

Odd Jobs

A neighborhood kid was looking for ways to earn money. He knocked on the door of one house, and when the man answered the boy asked, “Hey mister, got any odd jobs I can do?”

The man indeed had a job for the boy to do. He handed the boy a can of red paint and a brush.

“Paint my porch.”

The boy was eager to do a good job and the man went back inside.

A couple hours later, the boy knocked on the door again.

“Okay, mister, I’m done painting.

But I gotta tell ya, that’s not a Porsche, it’s a Lamborghini.

Everyone Knows Dave

“Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.”

His boss was tired of hearing him boast and decides to call his bluff.

“OK, Dave, how about Elon Musk?”

“Oh, Elon and me go way back, and I can prove it.”

So Dave and his boss fly out to Florida and knock on Elon Musk’s door, and Elon shouts, “Dave! What’s happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!”

Although impressed, Dave’s boss is still sceptical. After they leave Musk’s house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Elon was just lucky.

“No, no, just name anyone else,” Dave says.

“Bill Gates,” his boss quickly retorts.

“Yup,” Dave says, “Bill and I are old buddies. Let’s fly out to California,” and off they go.

At the Microsoft offices, Bill Gates spots Dave and motions him and his boss over, saying, “Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but come on in with your friend, let’s have a beer first and catch up.”

Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally

convinced. After they leave the Microsoft offices, he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again asks him to name anyone else.

“Pope Francis,” his boss replies.

“Sure!” says Dave.

“I’ve known the Pope for years.” So off they fly to Rome.

Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican’s St.

Peter’s Square when Dave says, “This will never work. I can’t catch the Pope’s eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I’ll come out on the balcony with the Pope.” He disappears into the crowd, headed towards the Vatican.

Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.

Making his way to his boss’ side, Dave asks him, “What happened?”

His boss looks up and says, “It was the final straw… you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, ‘Who the hell is that on the balcony with Dave?’”

Business Strategy Joke

When the expensive printer/ photocopier in an office began print black lines on every page,

The office manager called a local repair shop, where a friendly man informed him that the unit probably needed only to be cleaned.

Because the store charged $100 for such cleaning, he said, the manager might try reading the manual and doing the job himself.

Pleasantly surprised by his candor, the office manager asked,“Does your boss know that you discourage business?” “Actually it’s my boss’s idea,” the employee replied.

“We usually make more money on repairs if we let people try to fix things themselves first.”

Rex

Rex was a very large muscular dog with pointed, erect ears, a square muzzle and a short, thick, smooth coat, tan in color. He was a Great Dane of even temperament, praise be.

I do not know the name of Rex’s mate who shared the fencedin back yard with him down by Ivey’s Creamery near the U.S. Fish Hatchery. But I can tell you this-- when you walked by that fence, she would rush-up and bark and snarl so loudly that you would drop your ice cream cone right in your tracks. If you didn’t know about her in advance, you would drop other things, too.

You won’t believe this, but I’m telling you the truth. At about 9:00 every morning, Mr. Cude would let Rex out of the fenced yard and place a quarter on his tongue. Rex would head west up Hopkins Street past the Sunshine Laundry and turn north at the Palace Theatre, hell-bent for Armstrong’s Meat Market located at the other end of the block.

When another customer would open the screen door, Rex would lunge in and plant his huge paws on the meat display case, tongue extended. Mr. Armstrong would take the quarter from Rex’s tongue, wipe it a bit on his apron and place it on the cash register to dry.

Rex would then sit patiently while Mr. Armstrong would package 25 cents worth of chili meat, double wrapped to go, and then place the package into Rex’s eager mouth.

Rex would open the door, leaving on his own, due to the outward swinging hinges. Knowing that half of that chili meat was his open arrival home, Rex was never in a mood to fool around as he headed down Hopkins Street, the package tightly clamped in his massive jaws.

Once or twice I tried to block his way homeward, just for fun. Those feeble attempts may have delayed his breakfast two or three seconds, but no more than that.

Thank goodness his mate didn’t find out about my delaying tactics. If she had known at the time what I tried, you wouldn’t be reading this story today.

Edwin H. Cooper, writer of human interest stories and articles, has been published in many Texas magazines and newspapers, and prior to his death was active in numerous civic and school organizations. His book, 40 Years at Aggieland, was published in 2013.

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

An old man is having breakfast at a diner when three bikers walked in.

The first biker puts out his cigarette in the old man’s pancakes.

The second biker spits out his tobacco in the old man’s coffee.

The third biker takes the entire meal and shoves it off the table.

The old man, without saying so much as a word, gets up, pays the waitress and exits the diner.

The bikers laugh and sit at the old man’s table.

‘Not much of a man, was he?’ says one of the bikers.

‘Not much of a driver either,’ says the waitress.

‘That man just drove his 18-wheeler over three bikes.

Boy: “When I grow up, I want to be a libertarian.”

Mom: “Well, which is it dear? You can’t do both.”

After a preacher dies and goes to Heaven, he notices that a New York cab driver has been awarded a higher place.

“I don’t understand,” he complains to Saint Peter, I devoted my entire life to my congregation.”

“Our policy here in Heaven is to reward results,” St Peter explained.

“Now, did your congregation pay attention every time you gave a sermon?”

“Well,” the minister admitted,” some in the congregation fell asleep from time to time.”

“Exactly,” said Peter, “And when people rode in this man’s taxi, they not only stayed awake, they prayed nonstop.”

O The Wide Places: Searching Out the Past in Ding Dong, Texas

by Jason Shutt

Jason Shutt is a regular contributor to Front Porch Magazine who lives with his wife and five children in College Station, Texas. He loves to travel, talk to new people, and write about what he finds out.” Does that sound ok?

The great labyrinth of highways and country roads covering the American landscape boasts thousands of little inhabited corners and wide spots. In Texas we’re all familiar with the big, important places— Houston, Dallas, Austin—where so many of us live. Look away from the big cities and larger towns, however, and you’ll find myriad little islands of human settlement, many of them practically ghost towns now, reminders of a time not so long ago when eighty percent of our country’s population lived in rural areas. Perhaps “town” is not the correct word in every case, for many of these little settlements never had a post office, but someone built a general store. After automobiles gained popularity, perhaps a gas station appeared, and in the course of time the county paved the main thoroughfare. Traffic in the area kept the gas station and store profitable for the descendants of the original settlers still working their grandfathers’ farms. And a name stuck to the place. Maybe the surname of an early settler, or a name based upon some sensational happening that locals remembered, or a name based on a name, as in the case of Ding Dong, Texas.

My eye caught the little black dot and the words “Ding Dong” (located in Bell County) on an old Texas road map back in May of 2001. As a kid I used to spread the road map out on our living room floor and pore over it, letting my imagination run at all of the colorful little town names, wondering how they got there. I’d missed Ding Dong until then, and the minute I saw it the desire to go there took hold of me. Was there a bell? Was there anyone still living in the area that would remember how the town got its name, or how it was established? I decided then that when the college semester was over, I’d take a couple of days and find out. It was early afternoon, May 29, when I left College Station. I took a pen and notebook, a camera, a change of clothes, and some groceries. As I loaded up my truck, I glanced skyward. “Lord,” I thought, “what will I see today?”

Whap! went the fly-swatter in the hand of Joe Lee, two inches from my lemon icebox pie, as I sat four hours later in Mama Dee’s Country Café in Ding Dong, Texas. It had not taken long to reach my destination. From College Station I drove northwest through the towns of Caldwell and Cameron, then to Temple, and finally to Killeen. The map I’d originally seen showed Ding Dong about twenty minutes south of Killeen on highway 195. As I took 195 out of Killeen, I began to worry. That map had been fairly old; the road atlas I had with me showed nothing south of Killeen on 195 until the town of Florence. I drove, looking for signs, a grain elevator, a gas station, anything that might indicate a town. When I reached Florence without seeing any sign of Ding Dong, it seemed the worst scenario was playing out: Ding Dong didn’t exist anymore. Great. Maybe I could get a map of the area and find out for sure. When I told the lady behind the counter at the gas station what I was looking for, she said “Oh, you don’t need a map. There’s an old store back up the road a couple of miles, just on the other side of the Lampasas River bridge. That’s the old Ding Dong store. About a quarter-mile past that is a café on your right. That’s Ding Dong.” So, I’d passed it! I jumped in my truck and made a U-turn out of the gas station. I crossed the Lam-

pasas and saw what I’d missed the first time, the words “Ding Dong Tradin’ Post” hand-scrawled on a sign by the side of the road and the old store itself, an abandoned, boarded-up shack, set off the road about a hundred yards. A little further up was the other place, Mama Dee’s Country Café. It didn’t look too busy at 4:30 in the afternoon. I pulled up beside two other vehicles, a car and a battered pickup truck. Inside, a young lady and an older gentleman sat, reading the papers and smoking. The man had a fly-swatter in easy reach. “Can I help you?” the young lady asked. I tried to frame the question intelligently: “Is this part of the settlement that used to be called Ding Dong?” The man took a drag on his cigarette. He nodded. “Yep.” What followed were a few hours of pleasant conversation, punctuated now and again with sharp raps as Joe, the husband of the café’s proprietor, put at least a dozen flies out of their misery. Kristy, the young lady, kept my coffee cup full. The two didn’t seem to mind my questions, so I asked freely. I quickly discovered that the questions were nothing new to them. People came all the time, they said, wanting to know about Ding Dong. “Hell, every time they put a sign up out there, someone steals it,” Joe remarked, which explained why I saw no city limit markers earlier. How did the town get its name? “Two brothers named Bell,” Joe said. “They opened a store up the road here. Someone said ‘just like Ding and Dong,’ and it stuck.” By and by the café’s proprietor, Mama Dee herself, came in. I had been told that she was the one to ask about Ding Dong, and indeed if this little community had anything like a mayor, or matriarch, Mama Dee seemed to be it. Her full name is Dorothy Ray Lee, but no one called her anything but Mama Dee, not even her husband Joe. Fortunately for me, she seemed perfectly happy to talk about Ding Dong. She mentioned the Bell brothers, and the general store, and the fact that there had been a bell, donated by the Santa Fe Railway Company, which sat in front of the store for many years.

All day customers wafted in and out of the open doors of Mama Dee’s café. Ding Dong lore passed back and forth, spurred by my questions. Several people mentioned the Bell brothers and the old store, but no one could remember exactly when they ran the place. It was almost as if they were repeating a legend. Afternoon drew on. Shadows lengthened as the heat of day began to dissipate. Mama Dee made a suggestion. “Maxdale Cemetery,” she said. “It’s right down that highway. You’ll see the signs. There’s a lot of history there.” I thanked her, told them I’d be back tomorrow, and headed out according to Mama Dee’s directions.

It was getting quiet in that little corner of Texas as I pulled up to an old footbridge about two miles from Mama Dee’s café. Two iron posts at the end of a little paved drive off the highway blocked the narrow, steel-framed bridge from vehicular traffic. There was no human being in sight, not even the sound of one. The insects were beginning their late afternoon drone, the wind whispering urgently through the trees. Life can be sweet, especially in those moments when the thrill of solitude curls in your

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Lost in Translation but Found in Real Estate

Becky Schenk is a real estate professional based in Burleson County here to help you sweeten the deal with local insight and personalized service. Honey, let’s move! Reach her at 979587-0059.

fact, I love the small towns I grew up in, Caldwell, Somerville, and Snook. I love the people, I love our culture and the same everyday things that bring me joy.

Being in real estate has made this even more interesting. I meet people from all backgrounds, speaking different languages, carrying different stories. What I have learned is that relationships matter more than words or the different shades of our skin. It is about making connections, listening to peoples’ stories, and understanding what home means to them. Every client teaches me something new, and that is what makes me an assetnot just to my business, but to my community. I am here to help people find their place, whether it is their first home, their dream home, saying good-bye to family property or just a fresh start. I recall one comment a client said recently. “Becky, I’ve been all over America and I can finally say I found my home on 6 acres in Somerville, Tx!” You know what a comment about my market area like that means to me? Try me.

Living in a small town where everyone knows your name—and your business—has its moments. But when you’re a Tejana who doesn’t speak Spanish, those moments can get…interesting.

“You don’t speak Spanish? But you’re Mexican!” Oh, the shock, the confusion, the instant urge to give me a pop quiz on basic Spanish phrases. Cue the puzzled looks, the head tilts, the unsolicited lectures on how I should “learn my roots” or how I mispronounce my own maiden name. Um, my Mexican daddy pronounced it that way. “Gu-ti-er-rez”. As if my identity is solely defined or is in question by my ability to roll my R’s or the fact that my words don’t roll off the tongue in a way people expect. But here’s the thing—identity isn’t just about language. It’s about culture, community, and being confident in who you are.

My parents, who I might add, grew up in Burleson County, in a time when their own parents were learning English so they could fit in, find work, and avoid discrimination. Speaking Spanish at home was not a priority; it was about making sure their kids thrived in an English-speaking world. So, when it came to my generation, they taught their children English to have as a first language, they spoke to us in Spanish, (which I call Tanglesh, a Tex-Mex slang or Texan- English version of Spanish) so we could comprehend what they were saying but they didn’t require us to answer in Spanish. And guess what? I’m still ok with that. I’ve been just fine. Since I did not grow up near my grandparents, I was not immersed in the language the way some others were. And honestly? That is just how life worked out. It does not make me any less Tejana, I’m definitely not trying to be anyone else, and, although, I am MexicanAmerican, my first language is English with a Texan drawl, and I love it.

Sometimes, I look around and wonder - why is my identity questioned when others are not? Why is it that when I say my culture is American, people hesitate? But that is exactly what it is. My culture is growing up in a small town where football games are a community event, where we BBQ on the weekends, and where my love for tacos exists right alongside my love for burgers. My culture is Tejano music blasting from my speakers then switching over to blasting country music, dancing every chance I get, cooking Tex-Mex enchiladas and a mean tasting, finger-licking country fried steak with homemade gravy. Que sera, sera, right? Every Mexican recipe I make has a Texas twist because that is who I am—a mix of deep heritage and undeniable Lone Star spirit and especially, my hometown spirit. I find myself acting giddy walking into the B&B Grocery store in Somerville, Texas after handling some real estate work! “What is wrong with me”, I ask myself as I feel myself smiling. Being this happy, knowing there is so much more out there in the country besides my everyday life within this small radius location. Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. In

Identity is more than just language—it’s the culture you embrace, the community you’re part of, and the confidence that comes from knowing your worth, owning your story, and staying true to who you are, no matter the expectations of others. I’ve realized that the heart of what I do isn’t about fitting into a mold—it’s about breaking barriers and building relationships. But what truly matters isn’t how we say “home,” it’s how we make people feel at home. Every conversation, every handshake, every deal is an opportunity to connect, to learn, and to be a bridge in my community.

So, if you’re looking for me, you won’t find me trying to fit anyone’s expectations. I’ll be the Tejana holding the kolache in the baseball cap and cowboy boots, sharing stories, making connections, ready to dance and helping people find more than just a house—I’ll be helping them find home. Because in the end, home isn’t about a language. It’s about the people who make it feel like one. And besides, the best journey is the one that takes you home.

Why YOU Should Show Up for Jury Duty

by Randall Richardson

While a few other countries employ some type of jury system, our broad use of juries, and our Constitutional right to a “jury of our peers” is unique. If you have ever received a jury summons, you might not have been that excited about the prospect. You might think “if I don’t show up, someone else will, and the facts are the facts, right?” (you’d be wrong). Well, here are some interesting reasons why “you” (yes, I’m talking to you) should show up.

The most obvious reason is, if you ever need a jury of your peers, I promise that you don’t want only 12 people who had nothing better to do that day.

The Jury System in Texas

Texas juries have influenced state and national legal history through some memorable trials. One such case, Estes v. Texas (1965), revolved around televised courtroom proceedings. Billy Sol Estes, a businessman from Texas, faced swindling charges during a highly-publicized trial. The overwhelming media presence, including a live broadcast, led the U.S. Supreme Court to overturn his conviction. The ruling emphasized that media coverage could undermine a defendant’s right to a fair trial and set limits on cameras in courtrooms nationwide, recognizing that serving as a juror on a highly-publicized trial could affect that juror’s ability to be impartial.

Other Texas juries have set interesting examples of judiciously (pun intended) following their instructions and avoiding what is sometimes called “jury nullification.” For example, in a 1990s Harris County case involving a lawsuit over restaurant coffee being served too cold, jurors sided with the plaintiff, humorously awarding damages of one penny. The playful verdict underscored the jury’s belief that the case was frivolous while still fulfilling their legal duty.

Why YOU Instead of Y’all?

Now you might be saying, “Ok, I get it, juries are important, but why is my attendance important, as long as “we” get it right?” However, different jurors can all follow the court’s instructions, and analyze all of the evidence impartially, and still come to different results.

Try as we Might, We Can’t Leave Our Personalities Behind

A juror’s background and personal experiences heavily influence how they perceive and interpret evidence. Factors such as socioeconomic status, cultural upbringing, and personal values shape their worldview, which in turn affects how they assess credibility, intent, and reliability. These life experiences often affect initial impressions, which

changes our perspective of everything that follows, Research reveals that a juror’s ultimate decisions are very often shaped during voir dire and opening statements, as the first narrative presented by either side becomes a mental anchor. This phenomenon, known as the anchoring effect, skews how subsequent evidence is processed. For instance, if the plaintiff’s counsel establishes a strong argument early on, one that “makes sense,” jurors may and often to subconsciously view the defense’s evidence through a more critical lens, looking for a reason to discount it, even if it is compelling.

Confounding this effect is confirmation bias, where jurors favor evidence that aligns with their initial impressions while disregarding contradictory information. Put more simply, if you like someone, you’re more likely to trust or believe what they say. Ultimately, we are all shaped by our personalities, backgrounds, and life experiences. Jurors, necessarily, bring those with them into the jury box. These factors all affect decision-making, often subconsciously. This is not a bad thing. In fact, it is why this form of justice, our form of justice, is unique. And it is why you should show up, so that you can bring your experiences and background into the jury box, and help ensure that justice (as you see it), is done.

O The Wide Places:

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chest and tingles in your legs; no one knows where you are or what you’re doing except God himself. I grabbed my camera and hustled up to the path onto the bridge over the rippling waters of the Lampasas awash with late afternoon sun, feeling that I’d entered a sacred grove, that I was watched from another time by the stern eyes of men and women long dead. And I rediscovered something that late afternoon. The modern world, driven as it is by the exchange of sums of money impossible for you or me to count, powered by computer, laying its asphalt, steel, and concrete as it tightens an ever-widening infrastructure, has failed to eradicate the quiet places. They’re there if you’re willing to look: country roads frequented by squirrels and coyotes more than by trucks or SUVs, an ancient shack that used to be home and hearth to someone a century ago, old churches, cemeteries with heaps of stones and the names of the dead inscribed by loving hands from a time when families buried their own, all overhung by Nature as she utters her long, slow syllables over days and years for the quiet, patient souls who desire to hear. I saw, heard, and felt such things in and near Maxdale Cemetery that late afternoon. The country is still there.

I returned to Ding Dong the next day, having done a little library research that morning in Killeen. Old newspaper articles on microfilm and personal memoirs from the library’s vertical file provided me with the main points of Ding Dong’s history. There is more to it, but this is the basic gist: two brothers named Bell built the original general store in the 1920s and made it locally famous by having a sign painted with a picture of two bells and the words “Ding Dong.” An old locomotive bell was donated by the Santa Fe Railway Company in the early 1960s, which remained in front of the store for many years. That and a subsequent bell were stolen, according to Mama Dee.

I sat in Mama Dee’s café for the second day, sipping coffee and watching the customers drift in and out. Kristy kept my cup full while her mother sat nearby, sewing a little embroidered picture of Jesus. I could hear Mama Dee in the kitchen slaving away, dragging the café business by its throat. I had to smile as I watched her work; I could easily imagine her jerking the head off a live chicken and not blinking twice. People of all shapes, sizes, and occupations showed up as the day wore on. A bounty hunter from Dallas talked of his exploits. Men from road crews, mothers and little boys, grandparents and their little darlings sat down for lunch, pie, coffee, whatever. Old-timers and locals came in just to sit and chat for a while, smoke a cigarette, have a Coke. Dozens of flies were swatted. Yeah, the country is still in people.

Late in the afternoon, I received what was perhaps my biggest reward for having searched out this little wide place in Texas’ highways. As I sat talking to Joe Lee, he leaned over and indicated two gentlemen across the room. “You want an interesting story?” he asked. “Talk to those guys. They’re flintnappers.” I’d never heard the term, but within minutes I learned more than I ever thought I would about the art of shaping arrowheads from raw stone. One of the gentlemen, Bill Metcalf, had been doing it for thirty years. I asked him if he had Indian blood in him. “No,” he said. “I have no Native American ancestry. People often ask me that, and I tell them that what I’m doing is what all of our ancestors did thousands of years ago.” As we talked, he picked up a piece of Oregon obsidian from the back of his truck and in ten minutes hammered out a beautiful black arrowhead. He gave it to me. “Put that on the end of a stick and it’ll go right through a buffalo.” Wide places. Cemeteries. Old shacks. Flintnappers. There’s home-

liness and a strange kind of beauty worth finding off the beaten track in sunsets and whispering trees and old dusty roads. There are people who will look you in the eye, say what they really think, and do so guilelessly. There are still people who will sit and talk to you even though you’re a stranger. There are still those who make things with their hands and give them to you as a friendly gesture. There is still something for those who love the earth, and the sky, and all of their seasons and movements. I found all these things when I searched out the inconspicuous black dot on the map called Ding Dong, May 29 and 30, 2001. I came away with the stories of peoples’ lives, time among our ancestors, a shiny black arrowhead, and a big hug from Mama Dee. These are the treasures of life.

Things you should never tell a Texan: “No.”

“Texas sucks.”

“I’ve never heard of George strait.”

“We are out of Dr. Pepper.”

“I’m not that big a fan of football.”

“I got this salsa in New York City.” “I bet you can’t.”

The Price of Children

This is just too good not to pass on to all. Something absolutely positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It’s nice, The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn’t even touch college tuition. But $160,140 isn’t so bad if you break it down. It translates into:

$12,100.00 a year,

· 1033.33 month, or * $258.33 a week. That’s a mere $36.90 a day!

· Just over a dollar and a half an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice is don’t have children if you want to be “rich.” Actually, it is just the opposite.

What do you get for your money?

Naming rights. First, middle, and last! Glimpses of God every day.

Giggles under the covers every night. More love than your heart can hold. Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.

Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies. A hand to hold, usually covered with jelly or chocolate. A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites

Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day. For all of this, you never have to grow up. You get to: finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in Santa Claus. You have an excuse to: keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney movies, and wishing on stars.

You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother’s Day, and cards with backward letters for Father’s Day.

There is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero

just for:

retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, taking the training wheels off a bike, removing a splinter, filling a wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.

You get a front row seat to history to witness the: first step, · first word, first bra, · first date, and first time behind the wheel.

You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you’re lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits.

So . . one day they will like you, love without counting the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!

Love & enjoy your children & grandchildren!!!!!!!

Chuckles, Giggles & Snickers

The Interview

After being interviewed by the school administration, the teaching prospect said, “Let me see if I’ve got this right.................

“You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning.

“You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride.

“You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship,sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.

“You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the state exams.

“You want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents by letter, telephone newsletter, and report card.

“You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.

“You want me to do all this and then you tell me... “I CAN’T PRAY?”

Great Truths About Life That Little Children Have Learned

1) No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.

2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.

3) If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person.

4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.

5) You can’t trust dogs to watch your food.

6) Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.

7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.

8) You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.

9) Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.

10) The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandpa’s lap.

Rom 302

A sweet grandmother telephoned Mount Sinai Hospital. She timidly asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?”

The operator said, “I’ll be glad to help, Dear. What’s the name and room number?”

The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said, “Holly Finkel, room 302.

The Operator replied, “Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that Holly is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged Tuesday.”

The Grandmother said, “Thank you. That’s wonderful! I was so worried! God bless you for the good news.”

The operator replied, “You’re more than welcome. Is Holly your daughter?”

The Grandmother said, “No, I’m Holly Finkel in 302. No one tells me squat.”

Only in math problems can you buy 60 cantaloupes and no one asks what the heck is wrong with you.

QUESTIONS

and Other Stuff

1. If a bottle of poison reaches its expiration date, is it no longer poisonous?

2. Which letter is silent in the word “Scent,” the S or the C?

3. Do twins ever realize that one of this is unplanned?

4. The word “swims” upside-down is still “swims”.

5. Over 100 years ago, everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses.

6. Why is there a ‘D’ in fridge, but not in refrigerator?

7. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned that pleasing everyone is impossible, but ticking everyone off is a piece of cake!

8. I’m responsible for what I say, not for what you understand.

9. Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it the most never use it.

10. My tolerance for idiots is extremely low these days. I used to have some immunity built up, but ovbiously there’s a new strain out there.

11. It’s not my age that bothers me...it’s the side effects.

12. I’m not saying I’m old and worn out, but I make sure I’m nowhere near the curb on trash day.

13. As I watch this generation try to rewrite our history, I’m sure oof one thing: it will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

14. As I’ve gotten older, people think I’ve become lazy. The truth is I’m just being mroe energy-efficient.

15. I haven’t gotten anything done today. I’ve been in the Produce Department trying to open this stupid plastic bag.

16. If you find yourself feeling useless, remember: it took 20 years, trillions of dollars, thousands of lives and four presidents to replace the Taliban with the Taliban.

17. Turns out that being a “senior” is mostly just googling how to do stuff.

18. I’m on two simultaneous diets. I wasn’t getting enough food on one.

19. I put my scale in the bathroom corner and that’s where the little liar will stay until it apologizes.

20. My mind is like an internet browser. At least 18 tabs open, 3 of them are frozen, and I have no clue where the music is coming rom.

21. Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall, and when it rang, I picked it up without knowing who was calling.

22. My wife says I keep pushing her buttons. If that were true, I would have found the mute by now.

23. There is no such thing as a grouchy old person. The truth is that once you get old, you stop being polite and start being honest.