Issue 250 — The Paregien Journal — January 1, 2012
Just a note about this being “Issue 250.” That is my educated, wild-haired guess at how many issues of different newsletters of one stripe or another I’ve published over the last few years. But started there at least will give me a rough idea of the number.
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Happy New Year, 2012
by Stan Paregien Sr.
Ah, yes, another brand-spanking new year ahead of us.
This is in fact my 70th new year, though I certainly don’t remember much about the first dozen or so. It just seems as though these new years roll around much more quickly than they used to.
This is “Posting #1” on this blog site of mine. So I want to say thanks for stopping by, and please come back again. I hope to cover a wide range of topics in the future, particularly those of interest to the . . . emmm, eh . . . well, the “older generation”. I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d live long enough to be included in that group, but here I am—guilty as charged. And, considering the alternative, that’s fine with me.
So, gentle reader (as the generation earlier than me often said), I want to kick this off on this January 1, 2012 with a poem that I wrote today. Hope you enjoy it. [Just click on the graphic to enlarge it.]
And along that line, one of the many cartoons in my local newspaper today was the one below. I tend to identify with that old fogey for some reason or other.
It is now 10:51 pm and we just got home a few minutes ago. We attended a small group meeting of some folks from our church, then we took a lady from our group and our “adopted” college student from Rwanda, Jean, with us to view some Christmas lights in the downtown Oklahoma City area. The area surrounding the large campus of Chesapeake Energy (on N. Western and 63rd St) was especially beautiful.
Guess that’s enough for today.
See ya next time.