Local News
It's been awhile since I posted anything from our local rag. Mostly because there really hasn't been anything worth noting. But this weeks edition is chockfull of goodies.
First off, once again it's time for the annual Headstart raffle. And once again the item up for grabs is a Remington rifle. This affords a great photo op. They always pose the tykes with the firearm.
(I always make sure I email my slightly Left-of-Nancy Pelosi pal in Iowa the raffle article every year, just to get her drawers in a wad. Y'know, the whole guns & innocent children thing? The fact that it's a Headstart program doing this just adds insult to injury. Her outraged replies NEVER get old!)
Then over in the letters to the editor we have one of our few token Dems taking offense at a recent Doug Patton column. I include this only because he thinks he's trying to be clever and funny...but only comes off as stupid and immature. (worth at least one "pffft!" or half an eyeroll.)
This has to be the most curious headline ever printed in our paper:
Girls Report Man in Cape, Horns Entered Camper
Oh God, please tell me they meant a trailer camper and not a 2 legged type! (whew! They do...but still, it's a purty dang weird tale for around here.)
And finally I was pleased to read a lengthy profile on my neighbors who will be celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary this weekend.
The Plasters were my mail carriers for ages and subsequently were the first folks I met when I moved here. They always made me feel welcomed and they became good friends. Wonderful people. The article focuses mostly on their long stint as rural route drivers for the US Postal Service. Not an easy gig in these parts! I was always amazed at how they truly did take the postal motto to heart, often at their own peril (as you can read in the story) and I can only recall 3 or so times in over 18 years when I didn't get my mail due to floods, ice or whatever. In the story they also mention Mrs. Plasters legendary coconut cream pies. I can attest to how popular they are, having personally seen one auctioned off for a whopping 170 bucks at a VFD pie supper once. (an interesting cultural note here: the price of your pie at an auction is also indicative of your status in the community-when one of my blueberry pies finally broke the 50 dollar mark I knew I had arrived!)
Nice to see some decent folks get some props, but I can assure you they are probably embarrassed as all get out at the fuss!
First off, once again it's time for the annual Headstart raffle. And once again the item up for grabs is a Remington rifle. This affords a great photo op. They always pose the tykes with the firearm.
(I always make sure I email my slightly Left-of-Nancy Pelosi pal in Iowa the raffle article every year, just to get her drawers in a wad. Y'know, the whole guns & innocent children thing? The fact that it's a Headstart program doing this just adds insult to injury. Her outraged replies NEVER get old!)
Then over in the letters to the editor we have one of our few token Dems taking offense at a recent Doug Patton column. I include this only because he thinks he's trying to be clever and funny...but only comes off as stupid and immature. (worth at least one "pffft!" or half an eyeroll.)
This has to be the most curious headline ever printed in our paper:
Girls Report Man in Cape, Horns Entered Camper
Oh God, please tell me they meant a trailer camper and not a 2 legged type! (whew! They do...but still, it's a purty dang weird tale for around here.)
And finally I was pleased to read a lengthy profile on my neighbors who will be celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary this weekend.
The Plasters were my mail carriers for ages and subsequently were the first folks I met when I moved here. They always made me feel welcomed and they became good friends. Wonderful people. The article focuses mostly on their long stint as rural route drivers for the US Postal Service. Not an easy gig in these parts! I was always amazed at how they truly did take the postal motto to heart, often at their own peril (as you can read in the story) and I can only recall 3 or so times in over 18 years when I didn't get my mail due to floods, ice or whatever. In the story they also mention Mrs. Plasters legendary coconut cream pies. I can attest to how popular they are, having personally seen one auctioned off for a whopping 170 bucks at a VFD pie supper once. (an interesting cultural note here: the price of your pie at an auction is also indicative of your status in the community-when one of my blueberry pies finally broke the 50 dollar mark I knew I had arrived!)
Nice to see some decent folks get some props, but I can assure you they are probably embarrassed as all get out at the fuss!
posted by white trash republican at Friday, October 26, 2007
3 Comments:
You're delightfully odd. Only a former Californian would know the difference between a trailer an a two-legged camper.
I also befriended our mail-carrier first. Salt of the earth.
'delightfully odd'. Thank You, Patrick. That's a badge I wear with pride.
Yep, salt of the earth indeed.
That raffle just cracks me up.
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