On my recent trip to my brother’s home in Colorado, I volunteered to help with making decorations for my sister’s daughter’s wedding, which is coming up in a few weeks in Lubbock.
It’s enough to make grown men cry. This goes for grown women, too, as well as others licensed to drive in this land of the free and the home of roads under construction.
Summer has flown by. It’s hard to write about the end of summer nearing as I sit here with the mercury topping out at 102 degrees Tuesday afternoon, but back to school time is here.
Professional historians have consistently in the past 30 years listed the following five as “Great” presidents: