Welcome to Douglas Wilson's Blog and May Blog, presented by Canon Press.

To all the good people of Moscow greetings, I trust you all had a wonderful Christmas

with your families, and as we are now in the threshold of a new year, I hope to do what

I can to brighten the prospect of that year just a little bit.

If I were in full possession of a knowledge branch, I would certainly offer it, but as

it turns out, I only have two or three olive leaves, but what I have I do want to offer.

If you will bear with me for just these few moments, I want to begin on a personal note.

I then want to discuss briefly three of the bones of contention that exist in our community,

perhaps providing additional perspective, and then I want to conclude by giving you all

something of a friendly heads up.

I helped my parents move here in 1971, just before I went in the Navy.

When I got out of the Navy in 1975, I thought that I would attend college at the U of I, catch

up with my family and friends, and then move on with whatever I was going to do with my

life.

But I got married my first year back as a vandal freshman, and Nancy and I started having

kids right away.

This is another way of saying that the roots started to go down pretty quickly.

Now I just said that I began living here as a resident in 1975.

As the seal of our city states, we were founded as a town in 1887.

What this means is that Moscow is 136 years old now, and I've been living here for 48

years of that time.

And when I first started living here, Moscow was only 88 years old.

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