Opinion

I finished my bath and saw that the rust-orange towel had molted all over my body. I was covered with tufts of orange fur.

Have you ever heard or uttered a sentence and then thought, “I’ll bet no one’s ever said that before”? I think about these kinds of sentences all the time. Do you know that there’s a version of this “once-in-a-lifetime” occasion for standalone words? They’re called “nonce” words, or “occasionalisms.” Nonce words are born when one word gets invented and subsequently utilized one time for one occurrence in one work of writing.

As a Rotarian and a proud member of the Sealy community, I try to live up to the Rotary mission of Service Above Self. It’s a great honor to be recognized by The Sealy News and to be selected to contribute to the editorial page.

It was just one of those things. It didn’t really mean Marvin Pincus had lost his mind. Consider this yourself for a minute. Marvin had opened the mail that morning and in it was the Fenwick glass fly rod he’d ordered. Oh, it was used, of course. The new ones are graphite. But there’s a feel to a fiberglass Fenwick that only a man dedicated to a life of using dry flies can appreciate.

“Oh my gosh. I don’t want to open that box.” Moving furniture and books and clothing is easy.

It’s that time of year: is it spring yet? Or is it summer? Wait, is it going to get cold again? What? There’s snow in the forecast this week? Maypril in Central Indiana is like a box of chocolates, assuming that box of chocolates was insane and had a personal vendetta against you and your garden.

Like a doctor removing something important, Herb Collins gently peeled the wrapper back from the root ball and tenderly placed the baby tree in the hole. Then he stood and walked around it to see which way he should align it. Actually, looks pretty good just the way it is.

The tree was lying on its side when I got to it. It was a nice-looking pine tree, fluffy and full and as tall as me.

I took my son Miles to get his hair cut this past weekend. Miles’ barber has recently moved into a new salon down the road. The new spot is inside a larger salon called Phenix Salon Suites, a national chain of salons. Although California-based Phenix Salon Suites has a growing nationwide presence, I can’t help but cringe at the business’ spelling: Phenix. It should be “Phoenix,” shouldn’t it?

“Isn’t it great?” Doc asked the assembled tailgators in the Mule Barn truck stop’s parking lot. “It’s April.