Meyer's Malarkey
Your Old Retired Editor still has the ability to make serious blunders.
Last week's column about thinning ranks around the drugstore coffee table failed to mention our good friend Albert Ollenberger. He and three others answered the final roll call within the past several weeks. When writing about it, I somehow got mixed-up and failed to type Oley's name. How could I miss recognizing the man who occupied the "pilot's seat" after the late Max Jackson moved away? One wonders who'll take that chair now. Reports are that Jack Spain and Harold Bowers are eyeing the seat but as yet have not moved in that direction.
It's a good thing I'm retired, for I'd never be able to hold a job with that kind of performance. The Ollenberger family will understand, I hope.
While helping to interview young journalists for the position of sports reporter, I discovered some other shortcomings. Kids are better prepared today than "way back when."
Going back to the "old days" at El Dorado, four of us visited the Coutts Memorial Museum of Art and the Butler County Historical and Oil Museums last week. Just one county away, they're more than worth the drive. Don't take my word for it, drive down to El Dorado and visit both attractions. You'll wonder why you hadn't done it before.
Fly Old Glory on the Fourth. Patriotism is desperately needed in America. When times get tough, the tough must stick together. If America would pull together, not be fragmented by politics, we could get the mess in Iraq behind us and back to normal again — gouging eyes and kicking each other in the shins.
— Bill Meyer
