Beech Tree News Network

My thoughts to you---another grab-bag of them if you don’t mind:  We’ve all heard that opinions are like noses, everybody’s got one… well almost everybody.  I once knew a couple of ole guys who didn’t; CANCER.  One guy missing his snozolla took it in stride though; he said every time he sneezed it blew his hat off.
Recently I was trying to locate an autobiography by a country music artist.  I called around to no avail.  Barnes and Noble didn’t have it in their inventory; finally I called a Christ.ian book store.  A young girl answered.  She said her store didn’t have the book… “I don’t think you’ll find a country music book in a Christian book store,” she added.  I thanked her.  I could have informed her that both Stu Phillips and Dallas Frazier are ministers of the Gospel; Stu Phillips is an Episcopal priest and Dallas Frazier a pastor of an evangelical church in Nashville. Both are members of the Grand Ole Opry… but still performing.  Is that country enough for you? Oh, the wisdom of youth.
I’ve said many times the only things we will ever really own are our own thoughts.  And I’m very privileged to set some of mine to paper each week.  And over the last 24 years I can only remember a couple of derogatory (that’s a fancy word for “nasty”) letters from readers.  One wasn’t signed; one was signed, “John the Baptist”.  Go figure.
Recently our President said he approved of same-sex marriage.  Then he approved of a non-entity—there is no such thing; it doesn’t exist.  It doesn’t “Be” which means to have a place or position.  When God handed Adam his “helpmate”, his wife, God didn’t say, “Adam, meet Steve; He said, “Adam meet Eve.”  Adam’s reaction (closest translation from the Hebrew) was WOW!
I used to have a bunch of sows (girl pigs).  I thought a lot of my sows… but not enough I wanted to marry one of them.  I could have dressed one up in a Sunday dress, taken her to the courthouse and maybe found a liberal official to say a few words over us.  But in no way it would have been a marriage.
Besides that, all my sows had great body conformation, but they weren’t all that good looking in the face.  Of course that’s as ludicrous, as same-sex marriage.
Of recent I saw a TV interview with a fellow who owned and ran a family ice skating rink.  He said, “Ice skating is not the main thing here.  We are here to create memories.”  Say what?  You’re telling me it’s more fun to remember eating pie than it is to EAT pie? Either I don’t know how to remember, or they don’t know how to eat pie.
I have a problem.  I don’t kill squirrels; that’s because I don’t eat squirrel.  But I have that is costing me money… I see him/her often running in and out from under my car.  First off, he ate the rubber grommet from around the top of the gas filler pipe…twice.  At that feast he also ate a small radiator hose (engine ran hot) that cost a good bit.
Now, a few weeks ago he ate part of the insulation off the coil wire and several spark plug wires.  Car missing badly.  Raise the hood in the dark you see fire jumping like flashing Christmas lights.  I bought all new ignition harness.  Set me back $24.  I haven’t had it put on yet.  If my car were an airplane I would have long ago crashed on take-off.
Sometimes life gets “teegious don’t it.”
Kindest regards….