I have watched you, Mr. President, and you have been very effective about improving the looks of our country. Without any new laws, I think you could develop a rivalry between the railroads that would cause them to clean up these messes.

We can’t let the despots win. If we do, we have failed terribly at learning history and saving our country for future generations. 

Dr. Mark A. Brown did a wonderful thing this week. Dr. Brown is the president of Tuskegee University (formerly the Tuskegee Institute) over in Alabama.  

Speaking of peanut butter cookies, a couple of weeks ago, I got a nice big box of homemade cookies from a young man on Pondlick Road. (You know who you are.) It was a pleasant surprise. Thank you. I think I will get a couple of those now.

The wife told the husband that they were meeting two of her best friends for lunch. One of these friends was bringing her husband along; ergo, the wife was expecting her husband to come as well. On the appropriate day and time, all showed up at Major Drum’s very upscale restaurant.

I’ve lived long enough to see a complete cultural shift. When I was a child, people went to extraordinary lengths to assimilate into the local culture.

Those outraged by President Trump (including now the entire FIFA organization – what is a red card and why do I care?) have become very, very boring.  

An Aussie who said “Waffle House” could easily open 10,000 restaurants in their country was another smile. And those who discovered Buc-ee’s were just over the moon. I think these folks came along just in time. I get tired of hearing from the socialist Democrats about how terrible America is. Here at the time of our 250th Birthday, it is uplifting to hear from these visitors about how dynamic our country really is.

Now that we have passed the summer solstice, it is six months until I can cheer up, at least from an astronomical standpoint. In six months, the days will start getting longer again.  

In the last 50 to 60 years, human life in this country has been cheapened. It started with abortions. Notice what happens there: Pro-abortion arguments and sympathy focus on the mother that aborted the child. The child is ignored because they cannot speak. Austin Metcalf cannot speak, either. 

It was somewhat boring, walking along U.S. Route 50 at night. Every night was much the same. The chicken had gone ahead and reported back that when we got to Anderson Ferry Road, we would want to turn left and head up to the top of the plateau. How she could figure this out, I have no idea.

I was underwater and gasping for air. I had been asleep on the banks of the Miami River and must have rolled over into the water. Unfortunately, at that point a boat came close and pushed me underwater. Not only did I need air, but I also need to avoid the boat’s propeller.  

Next, we decided to slow down a bit. The last few weeks had been exciting, to say the least.  

We got out on U.S. 27 headed toward the Great Miami River, on the west side of Cincinnati. Now I ran and the chicken flew. She kept looking back to see if the rats had followed us.   

Well, we may have been a few minutes north of Ivy Hill Drive as the chicken flies, but when you are a short-legged beagle like I am, that is not the case.