September 2, 2014

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On the Other Hand
Ah, Summer, I knew you well PDF Print
Saturday, August 30, 2014 8:00 PM

Although the calender may not reflect it, summer is almost over. How do I know this? Well, for one, I was attacked by a cicada the other night on my porch. That is definitely not a “summer” activity.

I’m sure for anyone who caught the performance, it was a show-stopper. I yelled and ran around in circles with my arms up in the air. Probably not the most graceful thing but it worked. That awful thing got off me and when I got in the house and shut the door, it beat on the storm door four or five times before giving up and flying off.

According to my esteemed colleague, the earlier you hear them, the earlier the frost is. Fall may be sooner than we think; I’ve been hearing them buzz for weeks.

It seems like after we celebrate the Fourth of July, the rest of the summer seems to evaporate. I couldn’t believe it when I got the first school registration and was even more surprised when the first day arrived.

Many of my flowers are starting to show the wear and tear of blooming like crazy for months. The fuchsia has already made its way into the garbage and the begonias are looking pretty sad.

I’m good, you can leave me here PDF Print
Saturday, August 23, 2014 8:00 PM

Someone who shall remain nameless had a tragic door knob issue this week and was trapped in their office for a bit. It was much needed comic relief toward the end of a very tough week. We were teasing this individual that we could slip food under the door and were brainstorming on how to provide liquids. At one point, they announced they had good news, “At least I don’t have to go the bathroom!”

Sorry, I’ll try not to enjoy your misfortune quite so much next time if it happens again.

So that got me thinking on what I would do if I was trapped in my office. First, I’d also unplug the phone. Ah. Peace and quiet.

Then I’d make a list of all the things I have been meaning to get to but never quite accomplish. You know, the things on the bottom of the priority list each day or week that never seem to move.

I love the fast pace and activity in the newsroom but sometimes it prohibits a good work flow. I get entangled in all the little details and have to struggle to keep up with the big picture. A few hours of uninterrupted work time would be wonderful.

On the Other Hand - Should I stay or should I go? PDF Print
Saturday, August 16, 2014 8:07 PM


Today’s column is about a rather delicate subject. As Delphos mourns the loss of a young mother at the hands of her husband, I feel compelled to address the issue of domestic violence.

I urge anyone who is being mistreated — verbally or physically — to get out of the situation. If there are children involved, do so doubly fast.


Last Updated on Saturday, August 16, 2014 12:26 PM
On the Other Hand — It all starts with one PDF Print
Saturday, August 09, 2014 8:00 PM

I don’t consider myself a “political” person. I have my beliefs and they don’t always line up on the same side of the fence. I’m a huge fan of forming the “Common Sense” party. Sometimes these politicians make me want to go back to bed with a good book and forget where and who I am.

On Friday, I covered Governor Kasich’s campaign rally in Lima. I didn’t think I was going hear much other than the usual rhetoric. These things are usually predictable and could be written, in most, without attending the event.

He did say one thing that stuck in my mind and I hope it will continue to grow in there and come to fruition. He said you don’t have to start out with the idea that you need to help 100, 50 or even 10 people. You just have to help one.

Huh. That’s pretty simple. Just focus on helping one person.

Random acts of kindness PDF Print
Saturday, August 02, 2014 8:00 PM

They cross our paths every now and then. There’s just something different about them. They are the ones that stop and pick something up that you’ve dropped and open the door when your hands are full, or even not full. They take the time to stay in touch with others. They’re attuned to the fact that they don’t walk the earth alone. They know the rest of us are here and they acknowledge us by being courteous, friendly and just plain nice.

I encountered one of these creatures recently in Meijer. I had been maneuvering my cart down the aisles that I think we would all agree could use a good four more inches to comfortably pass someone else. I had just dodged behind a stand— nearly in the middle of the aisle, of course, and the corner of my cart tipped over three of the items on the stand.


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