Calvary sprouting palm trees for movie

So far the scheduled filming of the movie Comeback has been postponed three times on the Calvary campus.

In the meantime, Calvary's Jerry Barker Stadium has taken on a new look, not unlike that of the old Orange Bowl in Miami, Florida. Palm trees are growing all over the football complex.

There are palm trees next to the press box, behind the press box, in the end zones and all around the perimeter.

It makes for a beautiful, tropical site when one takes in the lush green of the new artificial surface on the gridiron.

It just may be the closest thing to Florida one can get this time of year. If you haven't driven by, it might be worth your time.

Meanwhile, who knows when they will actually begin filming the movie at Calvary.

Some things need explaining

I often tell folks that when I get to Heaven, I have a long list of things I want to ask God.

For instance, why in the world were mosquitoes invented? What about fire ants? Why do we have moles digging tunnels in our yards?

Answers to the quesions above will just have to wait, but there are some things created by man that I just have to find out about before I am called home to Glory.

The list could be extensive, but I will limit it to just two that crossed my path today. Ready? Here we go.

Why do hot dog buns come in packages of eight, but the hot dogs come in sets of 10? The only thing I can figure out is that they must throw in a couple of extra ones just in case the cook puts mustard on your bun when you really wanted mayo.

Finally, have you ever checked out the label on a package of Baked Cheetos? The label says they are "naturally baked". Will someone please tell me how something can be "un-naturally baked"?

Rude, inconsiderate, selfish smokers

Nothing ticks me off more than a smoker. They are rude, inconsiderate, selfish and socialists. My tax dollars and yours will help pay for the end result of their nasty habit one day; not to mention our insurance rates skyrocketing to help offset their willingness to inject themselves with lung cancer and other diseases.

Last night, I took my wife out to eat and as we waited outside on a wooden bench on a warm February evening, here comes Joe Smoker out of the restaurant door and lights up a stinking cigarette. Even though he was over 50 feet away, the wind blew the smoke right toward us.

The smoker and I stared at each other as he sucked in the carcinogens. Then he spit on the parking lot, scratched himself, took another drag and threw his cigarette on the pavement. There really should be a fine for that.

Why do smokers think they have a right to stand at the front door of an establishment and bless us with the stinking mess they blow into the air? They belong out back smoking next to, or better yet, inside the dumpsters.