There has been a great furor (by two citizens) over the use of a long word last two weeks that they could not find in their Golden Book Picture Dictionary. Bruce Klink tells me I should consider using the following two words: the act of coming back to life but as a hillbilly is called REINTARNATION; the wonderful feeling at getting a tax refund until you realize that it was your own money anyway is called INTAXICATION. I will not use them, but thanks anyway, Bruce. I understand the need for being politically correct so here is why I cant use the Happy Holidays greeting instead of Merry Christmas. Use of the word happy has been protested by the Hopiers because it casts a negative aspersion upon the remaining 25 still practicing Hopism. Holidays has been eliminated because concerned citizens feel that the prefix Holliday is really Holy in disguise. So we must just wish everyone days. Rumi once said, People who believe like that when feeling joy nibbling on their ear would say Hey, who is hurting my ear? Ruth and Sid Couchey and Barbara and Bob Hatch are becoming the last of the snow birds. Barbara Hoffman is still recuperating from her knee surgery and expects to challenge me in a 100 yard dash soon. Oh, the challenge grant to benefit John Carricks missionary work has really taken with many people wanting to see me squirm over my donation level. I may have to take out a loan. I understand that the Cammacks had an indoor swimming pool in their house after icicles started to melt. Still some Essex calendars left which could be mailed and their lateness in arriving could be blamed upon the Post Office in Virginia. One poinsettia at the Methodist church is bigger, by two leaves, than any other. But whos counting? As a holiday treat I am not sending in this column this week.