Alva Review-Courier -

Someone asked me if I had a special day. It was okay, but when you get down to it, at my age being healthy enough to go to work is special. Please tell Amy Mays and Sarita Simon happy belated birthdays. They have the luck of being born on August 2nd same as me. Thanks for all the calls and well wishes from everyone.

I went back to McDonald's Thursday. The drive thru was full, so I went inside to get my sandwich and tea. Great experience this time. It looked like that plenty of employees had shown up to help. Anyhow, I take back half of what I said last week.

On the good job/atta boy front, great job, Alva law enforcement. There may be several pages in the Jailbirds Magazine of Woods County criminals this month. Most of the 11 they caught at once are younger people. The drugs notwithstanding, these people should take just a minute to think about how their actions are going to affect the rest of their lives.

Former Senator Kyle Loveless admitted to taking more than $100,000 in campaign funds for personal use. He pled guilty, and got three years probation. Probation?? The good old boy network crosses the line between judges and senators, I guess. He has agreed to make restitution!

Just when I begin to relax and gain faith in people, someone comes along and bursts my bubble. Two men and a young lady I know came to the salvage this week. She was needing a tire for her grandpa's vehicle. Her friend found two possibilities, and brought them to the front. She could only afford one $15 tire, which was fine. While looking around one guy found a Volkswagen front end he wanted. He told me he was short of cash, but would come back and get it, so we put it over to the side. Sure enough the next day the front end and the other tire were gone, but they forgot to leave any money. Oh, well.

My friend Ed Doak and his lovely bride Francis were going through some old boxes of stuff and ran across this letter sent home from here to a man's pardner in New York — Come to Alva, Oklahoma! Having taken one too many drinks at a motel dance, a pretty young thing ran outside, fainted and fell over a trash barrel. A young traveling salesman saw her lying there, picked her up and carried her to his room. The next morning he wired his pardner in New York. “Close office, sell everything, come to Alva, Oklahoma. They throw away better looking women here than you can buy in New York City.” So that's how our town was populated.