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Medical weed: What images do you see?

Unless Arkansas somehow becomes competitive in the presidential race, which it probably won’t, the state’s airwaves won’t be crammed with political advertising by Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. Pity our unfortunate fellow Americans in Ohio, Pennsylvania and Florida for that one. In Arkansas, the only race between candidates that might be mildly interesting is the one for U.S. Senate between Sen. John Boozman and Conner Eldridge.

Heroes ensnared in bureaucracy

Recently, the local CBS television affiliate, KTHV, broadcast a report about Joe George, a Pearl Harbor survivor and hero of the ill-fated USS Arizona. Through George’s efforts, the lives of six other sailors were saved, but there was a catch. Because a superior officer had ordered George to stop, the hero sailor was never officially recognized by the Navy for his act of bravery.

Traveling Cruz’s higher low road

Political conventions are supposed to be the place where differences are set aside and the party faithful fall in line behind whoever has the proverbial nod. As the Republican party brought its party to a close last week there were still many of the faithful who hadn’t quite taken the medicine. Then there was Sen. Ted Cruz.

Sitting Bull still instructs us

As many inspirational leaders often have, the leader of the Hunkpapa Lakota tribe and (eventually) the entire Sioux Nation, Sitting Bull, gave his life in furtherance of human rights for his people. Sitting Bull earned his name because of his reputation as a courageous warrior — who, like a bison bull, would dig in and fight rather than flee.

Long march to Flag Day

While it doesn’t get the attention that many national holidays receive, today is Flag Day, a celebration of the stars and stripes. Like so many American holidays, Flag Day began as a small local observance and grew to nationwide acclaim. As with many American holidays, there’s also a bit of controversy as to which community should be given credit for being first.

Reporting from the front

“We leave the Rosebud tomorrow and by the time this reaches you we will have met and fought the red devils, with what result remains to be seen.” These lines were written by famed 19th century journalist, Marcus Kellogg, as he travelled to the site of Little Big Horn with U. S. General George Armstrong Custer. The words would prove to be among Kellogg’s last as he along with 260 cavalrymen were massacred by an overwhelming number of Sioux and Cheyenne warriors just four days later.

Camels, oranges and charity

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about charity. Specifically, I’ve taken note of recent news stories where certain wealthy individuals of my acquaintance have been lauded for their charitable donations. While their philanthropy is indeed laudable, I can’t help but focus on the fact that their charity is funded in large measure through business practices that I believe to be unethical, destructive to the community and, frankly, immoral.

Camels, oranges and charity

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about charity. Specifically, I’ve taken note of recent news stories where certain wealthy individuals of my acquaintance have been lauded for their charitable donations. While their philanthropy is indeed laudable, I can’t help but focus on the fact that their charity is funded in large measure through business practices that I believe to be unethical, destructive to the community and, frankly, immoral.

Camels, oranges and charity

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about charity. Specifically, I’ve taken note of recent news stories where certain wealthy individuals of my acquaintance have been lauded for their charitable donations. While their philanthropy is indeed laudable, I can’t help but focus on the fact that their charity is funded in large measure through business practices that I believe to be unethical, destructive to the community and, frankly, immoral.

The greatest there ever was

I knew just enough about boxing to enter the ring once too often at the old Pine Bluff Boy’s Club, which is to say I had just enough sense to get knocked senseless in the very first seconds of my fourth “bout.” I had had only enough judgment to assess my opponent as a harmless rube until he helped me to my feet, sincerely concerned that I was okay. I would not answer the bell (there was none) for Round Two because Round One had lasted but about ten seconds, and since I was too dazed to throw in the towel (there were none) one of the club’s operatives tossed it for me, bless him.