By GUINN SWEET
The older I get, the more reminiscent I become … and I think that is the normal process of memory when we pile it up behind us. This is the nineteenth year of my writing a series of weekly columns, articles and travelogues for the Mineral Wells Index. I have observed the changing complex of reporting, beginning with my old original typewriter and continuing through the electric typewriter, the word processor and, now, I have worn out three or four computers. Since the latest one is nearly eight years old, I can see ahead to being forced to advance to a new one, an iPod or even becoming a “texter” on a little bitty hand-held thingy.
I have thought over the problem before me and I think I might just finish this year and call it quits! Then I think … what would I do with my time left? How would I fill my need to continue to express my opinions (remember my column entitled, “In My Opinion”?) and rid me of my frustrations with family, friends, politics and prices?
As a trial run, I decided to re-run some of my earliest columns. This one is my February 23, 1994, offering. Interestingly, I find that it’s not too different in theme and questions than one I wrote just a bit ago. Let me know what you think.
Here it is:
“This week my mind exploded like a seed pod and everything spilled out in an ugly pile. As I raked my thoughts into an orderly arrangement, some disjointed ideas made themselves noticeable. The problem is, there is likely a second page for each of them, but I have never located them, hence the short shrift I have given to each. There may be full columns of some, or all, of them later, after I have sifted through the debris.