Only 15 days 'till Christmas, and here's a sobering afterthought: Only 30 days till the 10th of the month thereafter.
"Uncle" Bob Burke, who died last Sunday, liked to express his thoughts in verse. Two Thursdays ago, Thanksgiving Day, he handed me a "little poem," and it serves now as a fitting epitaph. One stanza reads:
Dear God, please bless every child of thine
From early morn till late at night,
Please keep them in thy tender care
Until the morning light,
Men, such as he, leave to all who know them, a rich legacy of pure, unalloyed faith.
BE SMART-STAY HOME!
Thinking about lighting out for the city to do your Christmas shopping? You'll be sorry, like as not, if you do.
It's not merely the long drive there, the time and the wear, and tear on tires and car and the cost of gasoline, etcetera, after you get there-unless you carry an assortment of rabbit's feet and four-leaf clovers-you'll drive and drive, and look and look, before you find a place to park the old buggy while you're shopping.
Shop at home first. There's not a Floyd County town we know of that has such a parking problem. Martin has a municipal parking area in addition to street parking. Prestonsburg has two large municipal parking lots, plus numerous private lots for free "customers" parking.
Stay home where there's room, lots of room. Besides, those dollars you spend in the city not only have wings-they've already taken off and are headed in the other direction. They'll not be back in Floyd to pay wages, taxes, buy clothing and food, and do those other things that keep things going here abouts.
It says here: Adolescence is that age, when you think you'll live forever; middle-age is when you begin to wonder how you've lasted this long.