For anyone reading this, I ask that you please take a seat.
There are two things in this world that cannot be criticized: another person's property and another person's children.
The potential for wide-appeal, national/global news stories this summer is looking pretty good.
Close calls, and missed calls, are part of basketball.
Unbeknownst to many American sports lovers, especially in this area of the country, tectonic plates of entertainment are shifting in unanticipated ways.
When I die, one of my friends has to go to wherever my residence is and guard my stuff.
I do not celebrate Valentine's Day, though not necessarily out of choice.
I'll never forget meeting former Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison.
I woke up on Jan. 4, the first working day of the New Year, took a deep breath and sensed something new in the air.
There is a war on a holiday, and it gets worse every year.
A man walks up to the Statue of Liberty, distraught, and says, "Lady Liberty, I must tell you something.
It seems every year, the Christmas season begins earlier.
Disclaimer right out of the gate: I am fully aware that any issues I have dating are, probably, on me.
During my junior year of college, we had a SWAT team respond to an incident and shut down the campus Student Center.
Give the Republican Party this credit: at least their nomination process is entertaining and thought provoking.
Perhaps more surprising than Donald Trump leading the GOP presidential nomination race is that Dr. Ben Carson is second.
In high school, I had the privilege to read the book "Jesus Freaks" and have it count toward our class' weekly reading requirement.
We may never know what really happened to Sandra Bland.
We might as well start putting together the in memoriam video for Donald Trump's campaign.
Believe it or not, when Republicans say that we should do more to protect our border with Mexico, I completely agree.
I can't think of a better birthday present to our nation than the beautiful piece of silverware that awaits a winner on Sunday.
I enter this week with a few less Facebook friends than before.
Last weekend, I played golf at a local country club because I had been told it was in very good shape.
I've never understood the appeal of the Confederate flag.
This week, I took a step back in time by downloading and, despite my dearth of technological knowledge, managing to play an old computer game.
Back when Kentucky Sen. Rand Paul was just a young pup, yet to search for a political bone, he was an ophthalmologist.
Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, hundreds of people seeking a better life joined the thousands before them in a watery grave.
Certain members of what used to be the University of Oklahoma chapter of Sigma Alpha Epsilon should probably switch campuses.
With all the blizzards and gunmen in Paris, it seems we all sort of forgot about what's still happening in the Ukraine.
There's a lot we can learn from the wild animals around us.
So the week of planning for five-plus Sunday hours of anything and everything pop culture is finally upon us.
For the past few years, I've enjoyed an ability to go back in time.
If you know me, then you know my internal clock is essentially based on the soccer calendar.
I often wondered in my youth whether there was a certain age when a person makes the transition into adulthood. Legally it's 18, but I can say without any hesitation I was in no way an adult at 18.Â
Last Thursday, people from The Express-Star office got to ring the bell for Salvation Army's Red Kettle holiday fundraiser.
I saw this trend developing when I was about 14 years old, yet said nothing.
So it appears the Rolling Stone has found itself in quite a pickle.
As expected, President Barack Obama issued an executive order covering immigration last week. Perhaps even more expectedly, Republicans freaked out.
We may not always consider Europeans our friends, but there's no doubting they did something special last week.
Let's talk about voting, which apparently almost none of you did last week.
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Obituaries
Mary Jo Long, 87, went home to be with the lord February 27, 2021. Mary Jo was born on February 19, 1934 and raised in Chickasha, OK. Her parents were Fred Tryon and Buna (Clay) Tryon. She graduated from Chickasha High School in 1952, met and married Arbie Clayton Long, the love of her life …
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