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The list of “husbandly duties” became a bit longer recently as my wife, in a panic, called to alert me at work she had found the suspected rodent in our house. Our first mouse.

I’m on the fence about this, if you want the truth. You see, more school districts are banning childhood games that were staples when I was growing up in the 1970s.

Headline in the Sept. 17, 1871 Dodge City Times: “U.S. Marshal Matt Dillon Resigns in a Huff!”

A recent letter to the editor of The Daily Courier (Oct. 11) doubted the severity of our current climate change. It is easy to imagine that a warming of 2 degrees F will be bearable. But as a student of consequent sea-level change, I would like to present that as an example of climate-change severity. There are no doubters about this.

Twelve presidential wannabes standing in a row on stage for three hours. Three friendly liberal journalists under-handing softball questions to them. Tons of BS about free government healthcare and why Trump should be impeached.

There he stood, towering above me. I recognized him the moment I saw him. Or more accurately, I recognized him as a member of an extended family. I had no idea I would meet someone like him in Prescott.

California Gov. Gavin Newsom, father of four young children, has signed a landmark bill that should serve as a wake-up call for educators and lawmakers across the nation.

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Whether you’re Republican, Democrat, Independent, Libertarian or a Green party member, 2020 is shaping up to be an important year.

Write down the date: Oct.16, 2019.

The Friday Catchall: • WATER – Years ago, 2006 to be exact, The Daily Courier published an anniversary book commemorating 125 years of service to the area. It included chapters on the railroad, the Great Fire, statehood, movies and the Smoki, among others. One of those “others” was a chapter about water.

The media keep telling us: There’s no difference between male and female brains. I don’t believe it. Many of you must be skeptical, too. Seventeen million people watched my old ABC show on sex differences, almost as many as watched “Game of Thrones.”

In 2008, Prescott’s Open Space Acquisition Advisory Committee finalized the years-long task of developing an Open Space Master Plan. The committee — appointed by Mayor Rowle Simmons in 2003 — was formed to advise the city on open space acquisition using money from the sales tax passed in 2000.

It began with 25 candidates. It’s been reduced by half, yet concern persists among Democrats that the party should look beyond the still standing contenders and seek an individual capable of party unification and persuade him or her to enter the race.

Spend any time with me and you’ll quickly realize I would consider myself a movie buff. Google says a “movie buff” is someone who is very passionate, knowledgeable and enthusiastic about movies. They are an expert at analyzing the various departments of filmmaking like acting, cinematography, editing, direction and sound design.

The city has really dropped the ball on communicating. There’s a big decision they simply overlooked, and they headed off in a given direction without asking the public. There might be a good reason, but they haven’t really explained it.

In the wake of the #MeToo movement, “he said, she said,” is quickly becoming, “she said, he cringed and remained silent.” Another variation is, “she said, he apologized profusely and then resigned.”

Sure, I could write about impeachment again this week, and probably for countless weeks to come.

The constitutional crisis has officially arrived. To the surprise of nobody with a cognitive intellect, Donald Trump has hauled us to this treacherous precipice.

Friends and people I talk with — who have never been to the Prescott area — often act surprised that we have “seasons.”

I spent a few minutes last week driving slowly behind a school bus filled with our Prescott youngsters.

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A Jeb Bush tweet this week got me thinking about some of the ways our nasty partisan politics has been hurting our kids.

All of Washington is vibrating like the foam on a latte in the cup holder of a convertible jeep riding railroad tracks over a bridge.

If you attended the Wings Out West airshow this past Saturday you experienced a real treat. I did not — went to work on the Sunday edition; however, I was amazed by the show too.