LACY MITCHELL “Retro Active”

The website states, “Don’t miss your chance to book your place in history,” but something about that doesn’t sound too appealing.

A silver sequined barrette, a cotton crocheted dress with the initials “EG,” a hand-blown glass bottle of perfume in a purple velvet box, a handheld broom, a yellow alarm clock stopped just minutes after 12, letters that were never mailed.
The contents of tattered suitcases found at the Willard Psychiatric Center in Willard, N.Y. tell the life stories of ordinary people and it’s become the creative project of one man from Massachusetts who wants to document the items and show people what they might not otherwise get to see.

I think I found a new hobby and it’s probably a good thing Gilley’s Texas Cafe at Branson, Mo., isn’t any closer because I’d probably join the club.
Luke and I nearly felt like regulars at the cafe owned by country singer Mickey Gilley during a recent three-day stay. Our waitress even seemed surprised to see us at about the same time every night. To be honest, I was little surprised myself that I wanted to eat there all three nights considering the featured entertainment was karaoke.

I’ve always wondered if women who birth multiple children become accustomed to labor to the point that after so many times it’s less scary, less stressful and almost too easy.
That’s about how I’ve come to feel about the dreaded D-word, otherwise known as the Dentist.
Many people are petrified of the dentist’s chair, but for me it’s just one of those things I’m accustomed to; my dentists have changed, the towns have changed, but one thing’s for sure, I’ll probably find myself in the dentist office until the day I have no more teeth or are required to get dentures.