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My brain has been so scattered lately that I’ve had a hard time expounding on one subject for a column, so I’m just going to run ahead with my jumbled thoughts.
Try to keep up!
The Royal Wedding: It should have been me!
Not in the sense that I should have been the one to marry Prince William.

Hubby just returned home from a six week business trip to a far-away place; a romantic little spot with tiki huts, cobalt blue water, pristine beaches, and cannibals.
“Cannibals?!” you exclaim.
Yeah, that’s what I said too.  When I found out cannibalism was practiced there until the 1950s, I declined to join him.

For several months, we’ve been busy remodeling the house.
This past six weeks, while hubby was out of the country, I took it upon myself to rip up carpet, bust up tile, and knock the plaster and lathe from the walls, leaving beams and bricks exposed.
Unfortunately, that’s as far as I got before he came home.

In the April 21 edition, we offered space for residents to debate conservatism in the United States. It is our intention for the opinion section of The Oldham Era to serve as a sounding board for your views, and we welcome your comments.