In her âPotpourriâ column last Sunday regarding âcourthouses, jails and bonds...â, Mrs. Peterson promised herself to ânot become involved in local politics or personal opinions.â Professionals in her position sincerely try not to break promises they make to themselves or others. In the instance of this article, though, I think she failed.
When I started this column over 20 years ago, it was with the promise to myself that it would not become involved in local politics or personal opinions thereon. I am keeping that promise, but, in the interest of full disclosure, would add some facts to the debate over the issuance of certificates of obligation for the courthouse repairs and the construction of the new jail.
"Don't try to start with the larger publications in your efforts to be published," said the accomplished writer. "Start with the smaller ones so as to develop credibility. I was in the beginners section of my first writer's conference and said a silent "Ouch!" to her comments. I had only submitted one article and that was one of the largest!
The next class dealt with the fourteen marks of a novice. I had violated almost all of them in submitting this story. Several weeks had passed with no response and now I knew why!
Recently The Barack gave a speech where he said the reason we have such record deficits is because of government overspending. At last, something he and I can agree on. What I would like to report is after that he went on to say in order to cut the deficit and put the United States back on a sound financial footing he was announcing the abolishment of a large number of federal bureaucracies, starting with the Department of Education. Unfortunately, for U.S. citizens, his speech took a slightly different turn.
I thought this week instead of commenting on current events, I would take a crack at an upcoming future event. Donât get me wrong, there are plenty of current events to discuss; I just know this one is coming and I want to go ahead and get a jump on it.
There will be â and have been â many articles in the press this weekend concerning Memorial Day, and the debt each of us owes the now silent multitude who gave their lives for our nation. Some died earning its freedom, others defending her from other nations, and others defending us from ourselves. Our history is short in comparison to that of other nations, and we have been extremely blessed not to have had many wars fought on our soil. There should be more to honoring the sacrifice of these individuals, however, than simply a day and a few monuments.
We were all waiting to deplane as word came back that the passenger ramp was blocked by a large press group. They were waiting for someone on our plane!
Everyone, including myself, began to look around for someone famous or important. Maybe a few lookalikes but no one for sure, probably someone from the first class section. As the line began to move, I was glad to be near the front section so that just maybe I would be off the plane in time to see the special person.
Graduation is such a special time, not just for those who are leaving high school or college, but also for their parents and families. It is the culmination of years of encouragement, watching, waiting, and praying. Whether proceeding to college or a career, the graduate is embarking on life as an adult.
I see that The Barack has been crowned âthe first gay presidentâ. I guess itâs only fair, after all, Bill Clinton still seems to think of himself as the first black president. How frustrating it must be for The Barack to be the first black person elected to the office of President, only to find out that the hick husband of his Secretary of State stole some of the thunder for being the first black President.
"Help yourself" was the response of the clerk as I asked for a single red rose. I needed one to express care and concern for my daughter, who had just come through a difficult weekend.
The roses were a part of the Monday morning floral shipment and were scattered over much of the customer service area. The flowers were standing in five gallon buckets filled with water. Many of the buckets contained roses, yet I could not seem to find the right one.