Brian Fleck

Now that our trip to Florida is over and my marijuana growing venture dormant, I don’t have any lies to relate to you this week, so I’m going to delve into something I try to stay out of, politics. Things are so derisive nowadays, it’s important to remember things upon which we agree. I think there are three big ones for sure.

The first stop on my drive to Florida was Indianapolis. My daughter and grandson moved there a couple years ago and it was only a little off the fastest route, so it was a compelling place to rest.
The next morning, I headed out at 5:30 a.m. and began heading south. I have an outside temperature gauge in the car so I took comfort in watching the Mercury rise from 5 degrees. My goal was to make Macon, Ga., or 45 degrees, whichever came first.

The children’s Christmas program at our church was an unexpected and delightful surprise this holiday season, bringing back a flood of memories.
Reluctantly compliant describes my attitude as a child when it came to religious duties. Given my druthers, I’d stay home and watch re-runs of “Flash Gordon” through to the end. But, Mom never asked for my input. Flash would be on the verge of fighting the giant Octosak, in a chamber filling with water, and the call came: time to go. And believe me, when Mom said it was time to go, it was time to go. Flash would have to make it without me.

If I kept all the cash selling marijuana to the jet set, I’d have filled several closets with hundred dollar bills.
But, I was smarter than your average bear and I invested it wisely.

Going to Riverview was a big deal.
In the late 1800s, the area was used as a shooting range by a group of German immigrants who fought in the Austro-Prussian War, AKA the Seven Weeks’ War. Germans fought on either side of that quick but brutal conflict over real estate. By the early 1900s, however, the old guard died off and the new guard decided to turn it into a park, and then an amusement park.