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Saturday, March 29, 2014

By LINDA KOEHLER

lkoehler@tnonline.com

On a quiet country road, a horror story was played out last week in Kunkletown.

Gary Flyte, 54, walked over to his neighbor's house, shot and killed Jeffrey Place and his 30-year-old son, Steven Powell.

No one knows why.

But a sad story is woven from bits and pieces from his family and neighbors.

Unfortunately, it's a story that is being told more and more of drugs and guns.

The picture painted of Flyte is one of longtime mental issues, paranoia, alcoholism and drug use.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

By CHRIS PARKER

cparker@tnonline.com

It's 9:30 on a chill Friday morning, and I'm in our library, trying to coax two cats into carriers for their first trip to the veterinarian.

It's not going well.

The cats, Sandy, a sweet, shy, orange-and-white male, and Sheba, a plump girl with a thick, soft black coat, have been with us for about a year. Although we have four other cats, we reluctantly agreed to take in Sandy and Sheba after their human was forced to give them up when she lost her home.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Her name is Karen and she is a certified nursing assistant at a nursing and rehabilitation center.

No matter what situation she encounters or what nasty task she is called upon to do, she maintains her upbeat, cheerful personality.

I'll tell you right now, I think a competent, cheerful CNA is one of our unsung heroes.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

When life gives you pasta ...

Some days, things get to be pretty busy at the office.

I find myself getting a little bit frustrated when my already long "to do" list is taken over by nonstop phone calls, walk-ins and an unrelenting barrage of e-mails.

Wednesday was one of those days and it was so busy that I never got to take my lunch break, which I was going to utilize to pick up my prescription from Wal-Mart.

Even with working through lunch, I ended up having to stay later than usual to finish up some additional tasks before calling it a day.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Today, People, let's talk pigs.

I don't like them. When I hear someone say, "Oh, that pig is so cute," I want to barf and say, "In a pig's eye!"

They just, well, they look creepy to me. That whole nose/snout thing they got going on kind of freaks me out.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The calendar says spring is here. It's time to leave behind the winter of my discontent.

And what a long one it's been.

This is the first time I've seen winter span five months. It began in November with bitter cold air and lasted until now.

Homes sustained roof damage from ice buildup. Some homeowners complained of interior water damage. On top of that, home heating costs have skyrocketed.

Plus, there were more icy roads and chain-reaction traffic accidents this winter than any time in recent memory.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

At 12:41 a.m. on Saturday, March 8, Malaysian Airlines Flight 370 took off bound for Beijing on a routine red-eye flight. In less than seven hours, the routine flight became the latest transportation mystery to captivate the world after the flight's transponders were shut down and the plane apparently kept flying for several hours before becoming totally lost to satellites and ground radar.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

I have a good friend who is really into astrology. He has spent decades studying it and is a disciple of using astrology to help shape his life.

Now let me say up front that I consider this friend to be intellectually well grounded and one of the most financially astute people I've ever met. I respect his opinion so much that I tend to seriously consider what he says.

He was nice enough to do an in-depth astrological chart for me. That includes a reading of the planets at the time I was born and an analysis of how that shapes my personality and preferences.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

There are four seasons to a year, but there are also many more, defined by sights, smells and sounds instead of a calendar. There are the seasons of woodstove smoke, wild onions, raining yellow leaves, geese calling at dawn and dusk, construction crew hammers, burgers on a grill, lawnmowers, and the sizzle of soft snow.

And the sound of a baseball against a bat.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

My granddaughter was diagnosed around 6 months of age as having optic nerve hypoplasia.

While the condition can come with many symptoms and problems, the most obvious was the inability for her to control the movement of her one eye.

To look at her, it always appeared that her right eye was looking to her far right.

The condition was even more prominent when she became tired almost concealing her iris and pupil in its entirety.