The root beer incident

By way of introduction to the root beer incident, I offer the following from another of my ruminations, Unheralded Stalwarts, from November of 2009:

“In 1953, when I was about 10 years old, we were a young family living in LaVerkin, Utah, a farming community of about 150 people. We had little money (my father was a schoolteacher/farmer) but I look back on that time as one of the best of my young life. I roamed the hills and orchards with my great friend, Leon Duncan; we had no television, no video games, no IPODs, no cell phones (we did have a 4-party line phone), and the movies were 5 miles away in Hurricane in a small building with a pot-bellied stove for heat. I had no idea that I was deprived of the finer things in life, and indeed, I was not.”

This country will never fail

I was inclined to apologize for the length of this article, but on second thought, it is probably not long enough.

I have read a great deal recently about the dire straits our great country is passing through.

I have read that our present leadership will, in fairly short order, cause the demise of democracy as we know it, that we should probably start building underground shelters again, and stockpile food, weapons, and ammunition against the coming anarchy.