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Struttin’ Time

The good, the bad, and the ugly

This week we are going to talk about the good, the bad and the ugly.

First, the good. The City of Whitesburg had a very good hotdog lunch on April 16 at City Hall. I had the honor of getting to see some ole friends of mine. Two I want to mention by name, the rest I won’t attempt for fear of leaving someone out.

First, it was great to see James Bates out and about; the miles are wearing thin on him. Jim, as I call him, is and always been a very big supporter of the Kids Days events, and if he has missed any, I would be surprised. I am glad he is doing well after a bout with sickness.

My lifelong friend from Deane was also there, along with his lovely wife. That would be Arthur Sergent. Arthur has had a long sickness also, but seems to be doing well. I wish him the best.

The bad. I was told on Friday that one of the first groups of the Kids Days Committee was quitting. We could always count on this group to provide manpower, as well as thoughtful ideals. They have the right to quit, but disappointment is not a strong enough word to describe my feelings. Not only have I come to count on this group, but I felt they were into helping the kids of our county as much as the rest of our committee. How wrong have I been. The director told me personally the reason they quit was they didn’t get paid for it. They were unwilling to give up two Saturdays a year for a total of eight hours for the kids.

I’ve got news for them, it’s like the old saying, pay me now or pay me later. We either look at these children having fun while they are young, or across the courtroom later on because they have broken into your house or robbed you for drug money.

Of all the groups, and I won’t name them here, this group being involved in the healthcare field and knowing what drugs are doing to our county, should be the last to quit, you would think. It’s a sad day when the almighty dollar rules our hearts.

My mind wanders, what if we all wanted to be paid? I’m afraid they could not afford me. So good-bye to them and thanks for the ride.

The ugly. While I was turkey hunting on some very good friends’ land on Sunday morning, someone came in without permission from them to be on their land. Only one person has their blessing to hunt there, and that is me. This person shot a turkey out from under me.

One minute, I could see in my mind’s eye, me getting my Slam, the next, two shots ring out and a poacher kills my turkey. I have hunted in my home county for 60 plus years, and never had this happened. What a shame. Is this what we are becoming?

My turkey season is in full swing, and hopes of my Slam still fresh on my mind, it will happen.

Until next week, hug and kiss a child and old person this week, it may be the only one they get.

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