Hard as it can be to realize, I came to Sweetwater as a newly graduated attorney in 1982. Greener than grass, idealistic as any young person can be, determined to right the wrongs of the world â I knew I could make a difference. The first two weeks I was here, my employer, Carl Anderson, was on vacation. As I sat at my (new!) desk working with miscreants and getting them ready for court, I knew I had the answers. One of the first with whom I conversed was a young person who was charged with DWI.
Before I go on, I hope that everybody reading this has (or had depending on where youâre reading it) a good Thanksgiving. While I realize that the holiday season can be a strain for some, my wishes are for everybody to have a pleasant get together with family and friends and to make the most of a time that should be about family, fellowship, and most of all, giving thanks.
Many of us are starting this week with a light heart. Most employees will have Thursday and Friday as holidays to celebrate Thanksgiving. Somehow, this holiday that we were taught was a special time to express our gratitude for the blessings of life has become the extended shopping weekend for Christmas, something which is neither appropriate nor complimentary of the day. We owe more than we can ever pay to those who were involved in the celebration of the first Thanksgiving â the least we can do is make the time to remember them.
November probably packs as much history and civics into a thirty day period as any other month, if not more. It starts with Election Day, moves forward into Veterans Day, the anniversary of the Mayflower Compact, then most of us leap forward to Thanksgiving, and all that it means. There is another notable November day â November 19, 1863.
We got to puppy-sit Maggie Mae for our youngest daughter Alison and her husband. She was a seven-week-old JackRat (Jack Russell and Rat Terrier). I took her to town on my rounds and people went "looney tunes" over her. She has a raccoon face, black spot on her side, and black tail. She is so smart that our teacher-daughters could teach her to read and sing. When she was six months old we adopted her. Can't you just hear it, "Mom, you were right, we just can't keep Maggie Mae in an apartment." I took Maggie Mae with me the first day.
With Kathleen Sebelius supposedly being in trouble for the failure of a rollout that was the Obamacare website, I have to ask, why? In fact, I have to ask it twice. First of all, why Mrs. Sebelius? What's she done that's so unusual? I know that supposedly she's responsible for how bad the Obamacare website is, but come on, there was no way that thing was going to work. Personally, I'm not buying that she's being singled out because she's responsible for anything.
Remember how it was where your grandaddy and grandmother lived? Picture a house with a screened-in back porch, a well or cistern and storm cellar. Mama Johnson always had a lot of plants like ivy and sweet potato plants. Outside would be big roses, trumpet vines and castor beans. It was cool in the cellar and canned goods were down there, usually peaches, peas, corn and green beans.
Years ago, I had one of the top Samoyeds competing in canine agility in the nation. She was lightly boned for the breed, and a little long â both attributes that added to her ability to turn quickly and move fast. AKC agility divides dogs not only by experience, but by size. Due to her height, the majority of the dogs against whom she competed were Border Collies. The sport of agility seems to have been created for them â they love nothing more than tearing around a course with blazing speed and lightening turns. ButâŠis that really better?
News Flash! Just in! Government shutdown leads to shuttering of the federal Department of Education, and as a result school test scores are rising for once. Additionally, with employees at the Department of Energy being furloughed, it seems the United States is about to become the number one energy producer in the world. SayâŠ, if the people at the EPA who are in charge of the administrations war on coal have been furloughed, maybe we can finally get some power plants built. Oh wait, I was just day dreaming.
Pat was blue and feeling awkward at the harsh age of thirteen. Grace was her only friend, and understood, since she was the same way. One day, they were on their way home, when they walked by the local hangout for the rich kids. They both confessed they wanted to be there and be a part of it all. It looked like so much fun and excitement, with all kinds of friends. Pat had an idea. She thought on it for a few days, and then one day, she said to Grace, âLetâs go in there. Come on with me. I have some moneyâ. She bought them each a cherry lime coke, and put a quarter in the jukebox.