DEAR EDITOR:
There still are good kids around.
I started to clean off my walks when some young Boy Scouts came over from Waterworks Park and said they would do it for me. They were waiting to go on a weekend camping trip.
Thanks boys. I hope you all had a good and safe weekend.
Thanks again,

Betty Osting

Cancer has touched most of us in the area — either directly or through someone we know and/or love.
One of the moments that stands out for me while living through my father’s cancer diagnosis and treatment was the day he lost most of his hair.

DEAR EDITOR:
Regarding the accusations Ms. Maag has leveled at Elida football coach Jason Carpenter and superintendent Don Diglia:
The Allen County prosecutor’s office has cleared both Mr. Diglia and Mr. Carpenter.
Ms. Maag’s son, Brandon, helped rob a pizza delivery employee and was sentenced to Allen County JDC. Elida school policy said the players could not play football. Case closed.
Mom and friend brought up things at two Elida School Board meetings that had been decided   previously and whined about how her son was persecuted. Instead of blaming her son, she blames the superintendent and the coach for her son’s troubles.
Maybe if mom would have disciplined her son, he wouldn’t have thought it would be fun to rob someone. Why doesn’t mom accept the punishment her son got and the results of the investigation by the prosecutor’s office? No moral compass by either mom, her friend or her son.
I know that if I had robbed a pizza delivery employee when I was his age, my parents would have taken me to the Delphos Police station, let me be sentenced in juvenile court and imprisoned in the JDC. There would have been further punishment awaiting me at home when I was released from the JDC. My parents wouldn’t have blamed everyone else – I would have had to accept the blame myself and take my medicine.
Get over it, Ms. Maag. Why don’t you, your friend and your son look in the mirror as the source of your problems?
Michael Wrasman,
Delphos

Aaah. Winter is here!
The snow if flying, the thermometer is dipping down below 20 and the wind is making the flap on the exhaust from the stove rat-a-tat out a tune.

I’ve found that in the last several years, I am less agreeable to snow than I was. I used to wait anxiously for the first snowfall to coat my world in sparkling white. Everything just looks so pretty right after it snows.

Now, I just grumble like everyone else and go find my boots because the dog has to go out. Where’s my scarf? Have you seen my gloves?

It’s 12:15 a.m. Friday and I’m just getting around to my column. Not the best scenario but it happens.
Being a journalist/editor encompasses a lot of territory and many decisions are made as phones are ringing, people are asking questions and others are waiting for articles to place on pages — deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Some turn out good, some OK and some are regretted. None are made maliciously or with the intent to harm.