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Andrew Henderson

Laughing Through Life: NCAA bracket humility

Andrew Henderson

by Andrew Henderson

The great wordsmith Yogi Berra once said, “It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.”

I can fully relate.

Sort of.

Every March, my parents and my wife and I take part in an activity that surely signals the coming of spring — the madness that is found throughout the land of college basketball.

Yes, it’s bracket time.

The NCAA kicked off its annual tournament last week and with it comes millions of people partaking in office pools and online/internet contests.

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Light In The Darkness: March 21, 2012

by Pastor David Grey

“…strengthening the disciples and encouraging them to remain true to the faith. We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God.” – Acts 14:22

Charles Spurgeon said, “God’s people have their trials. It was never designed by God, when He chose His people, that they should be an untried people. They were chosen to the furnace of affliction; they were never chosen to worldly peace and earthly joy. It is ordained of old that the cross of trouble should be engraved on every vessel of mercy, as the royal mark whereby the King’s vessels of honor are distinguished.”

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Jerry’s Journal: March 17, 2012

by Jerry Kasperek

So much feedback from my last column about “characters” from Fulton’s past and so little space to cram it all in!

Dick Gillespie e-mailed me to say Chick Tallman’s father, Vernon Tallman, was the custodian of the Presbyterian Church and that as young people Chick was often with the group.

Dick said on Oneida Street they had “Hawshaw, a tall lankly fellow who was seemingly always on the road (walking) and the story was told he refused a lift because he was always in a hurry!” (Note from Jerry: I think Hawshaw’s first name was George.)

Dick said the tracks in front of city hall, in the photo with my article, were of the Syracuse-Oswego Trolley and that Art Jones was the authority on the trains (in their high school class) and he misses chatting with him on occasion.

Thanks, Dick for the input. I also knew Art Jones, but in later life and as one of the friendliest guys around. His standard greeting was “Good to see you, good to see you, good to see you,” and I believe he really meant it! May he rest in peace.

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Hodgepodge: March 17, 2012

Roy Hodge

by Roy Hodge

My mother always kept good track of us when we were kids. There wasn’t much traffic on our street and she didn’t mind us playing in the street using the paved road for games of touch football in the fall, and our version of hockey without skates during the winter months.

Since we, along with our neighborhood friends, played outside most of the time, she gave us a free hand – but there were rules.

She didn’t want us to play too close to the corners of the street where the drivers might not see us right away. “Let me know if you are going off the street,” she said. “Stay out of the neighbors’ yards,” “Don’t be sassy to the neighbors,” and “Don’t do a lot of screaming,” she would tell us.

We owned the best yard on the street to play in. “Just keep your stuff picked up,” she would say.

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At the Fencepost: March 14, 2012

Karen Abbott

by Karen Abbott

I’ve logged a lot of time in the car lately, driving till my back is stiff and my hip is locked up.

I knew this year would be difficult, commuting to work and driving the kids to school regularly. Even though the weather’s been cooperative for the most part, the months have taken their toll. I’m tuckered out.

One problem is that I’ve run out of things to think about on the drive. The music all sounds the same. The stations blur together until they sound like a horse fly buzzing my head on a hot August day.

I’m tired of books-on-tape and positive thinking. I’m physically tired enough that my mind doesn’t have the energy to fight the creeping negativity of slush and partly-cloudy.

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Poetry Corner: First Flicker

by Jim Farfaglia

Ah-h…the flicker.
The words fly off my lips
for all the hope he brings.
A bird guidebook confirms my hunch:
the flicker is our only woodpecker
that feeds on the ground,
not venturing this way
‘til backyards of green appear.
There’s no denying it now –
Spring is coming!

See him hopping from spot to spot:
giddy as a toddler,
joyful as I to be his witness.

Watch him drilling into earth:
the first of us to break ground
for its sustenance.

Note the red V on his neck:
a welcomed scarlet letter,
moving like a piston.

Hear his pivotal message:
Go deeper, he urges,

And the winter weary
welcome his call.

Light in the Darkness: March 14, 2012

by Pastor David Grey

“But as for me, I almost lost my footing. My feet were slipping, and I was almost gone. For I envied the proud when I saw them prosper despite their wickedness.” — Psalm 73:2-3

The writer of Psalm 73 was guilty of something that has been common even among believers. He fell prey to envy. He became susceptible to this sin when he took his eyes off his creator and began looking at the people around him.

As he did, he began to see many who appeared to be better off than he. The fact that they were unbelievers, living their lives with no regard for the Living God simply made matters worse. Why should they prosper when he suffered every day?
He began to envy and envy is a sin that never sees things clearly. It has selective vision. Envy sees only those who appear to be or to have more than I do or something that I desire.

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