As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian

Peace! Just what is it? What is peace? I might say, “I have peace of mind.” Or, having made a tough decision I might say, “I’m at peace with the situation.”

I confess. The long-running television series, Jeopardy, is a favorite of mine.

Now, please don’t allow the title of this column keep you from at least giving it a shot before you shoot it down.

I consider myself a patriot, although I cannot honestly say what that role’s requirements are. For example, must one need to be a United States uniformed military veteran or one currently serving in the military? I posed that question to an American military veteran and he said a patriot is one who loves our country no matter his or her status.

Okay, I’ll admit it. At first, I was shocked, shocked to read that one of our relatively nearby school districts has opened its doors to allow the presence of something known as a Satan Club to be allowed in its elementary school building.

Our young people are currently staring into the future of their adult lives. They are hearing these words or similar words.

I can’t help it. It isn’t that I really want to stop.

There’s no question about it: Easter is a Holy Day. It is a day often filled with glorious celebrations.

I’m quite sure I’m not alone. That is, there must be others who become a little, shall we say, concerned when it comes to taking off in an airplane.

Last week I cited some of the somewhat disturbing trends I have found in our culture. I made it known I assumed that, while they were problematic to me, I would understand if no one else seemed troubled by them.

Summer’s over, the Hiatus is behind us and Fight Club for men has returned to Eads.

When you see this column in print it will have been written over a period of a little more than two weeks. It will take the form of a diary, in this case the diary of grandparents preparing for and attending their granddaughter’s wedding.

Several years ago, for a reason beyond my own understanding, I awoke one morning with a rather strange conviction. I came to the conclusion that anger and its consequential grudges are a great waste.

Growing up, I lived in a small town next to a big city. But regardless of the large population next door, there was always the Community Within.