Written by Norman Johnson, contributing writer
O.K. I know you’ve missed me the last few weeks but I was going through a traumatic time. As of April 3rd I turned 72 years of age. That’s a long time. Neither Presidents Bush or Obama have been able to bring down the price of gas. Soon we’ll be using butter milk for fuel. There once was a fellow in Rosewood, the little community where I was and which I love very much, who claimed that he had invented a way to use buttermilk in cars. Actually, the price of everything is going up. When I go shopping at Brookshires, walk in front of Vincent, their incredible manager, so I can buy the items I want before he marks them up.
I started my year of fairly well. You may remember the year before when I was in the hospital seven out of the ten months.
I began with a prostate problem. The doctor said he could fix me up in no time. That’s what they all say. But I still have all the symptoms I had before. We won’t go in to what those symptoms are. We’ll just leave it at that yuk! I now have a doctor in Lufkin who says he can fix me in no time. My personal chaplain, the Reverend Charles Johnson, pastor of Rosewood Baptist church, thinks it will go away in no time. His son is a doctor so that’s where he heard that line.
But it all hasn’t been bad. I have done some live stage shows for the first time in forty years. There was a standing ovation when I walked off the stage. I don’t know if they liked it that much or not. American Idol hasn’t yet, so who knows. I close with some wisdom sent to me by the Reverend Allen Madden from the great state of Kansas.
Aah, the golden years! A row of buttons on my shelf. Caused me to analyze myself. One yellow pill I have to pop goes to my heart so it won’t stop. A little white one that I take goes to hands so they won’t shake. The blue ones that I use a lot tell me I happy when I’m not. The purple pill goes to my brain and tells me that I have no pain. The capsule goes to my brain and tells me that I have no paid. The capsules tell me not to wheez or cough or choke or even sneeze. But what I’d really like to know is which tell them where to go.
