The holidays truly are the most wonderful time of the year. In fact, it really is magical. If we’re lucky, Mother Nature has smiled on us and we’re enjoying more seasonable temperatures. There are twinkling lights everywhere, and it seems there’s always some wonderful smell emanating from the kitchen. Parties and holiday gatherings fill the calendar, fires roar in the fireplace and music puts an extra bounce in your step. There just seems to be joy at every turn. Like I said, it’s wonderful.
Last week, a man with a master’s degree from George Mason University, a gun and 50 rounds of ammo walked into the Family Research Council. When a building manager named Leo Johnson blocked his entry, he shot Leo in the arm.
Leo Johnson wrestled the shooter to the ground, saving untold lives. The shooter then begged for mercy from the unarmed man, saying something like, “Don’t shoot me. It was not about you. It was what this place stands for.”
I have nothing but good memories surrounding Father’s Day, but that’s because I was fortunate enough to have a great dad.
Thomas Wayne Boatright was born in Farmerville and moved to Ruston with his mother as a young boy.
But he never knew his father. My grandfather George died when my father was still an infant.
Despite, or maybe because of that fact, my dad somehow knew exactly how to be a good father and how much a child needs a father figure in their life.
I first realized the world of television was changing when I heard Bowling for Soup’s 2004 song “1985.” The verses that included “when did reality become TV” and “music still on MTV” brought to my attention how much television has changed since I was in elementary school.
Nowadays, there is an overflow of reality televisions shows that fill up most time slots on MTV and other channels like BET and VH1. It seems like anyone with a somewhat interesting life or even a mundane life can score their own show.