This won't necessarily be a fun column this week, but I need to get a few things off my chest. It's sorta in keeping with my mood of "I'm tired of winter and it's time for it to end' groundhog or no groundhog." By the way, does anyone know what Bootheel Bob, the Boll Weevil had to say about the end of winter?
Let me begin by apologizing for the errors in last week's missive. My regular proofreader was unavailable and anyone who does much writing can tell you the worst thing you can do is proof your own copy. For further proof I'll make available the various press releases that come into our office on a daily basis.
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"The emperor has no clothes"
Does anyone remember when "nuclear winter" became the hot topic back in the 1980s-90s. When Carl Sagan bought into the idea, launched a study group and published the findings everyone bought into the idea. That is, everyone who was looking to score political points against nuclear weapons.
Sagan's study and many others were touted as fact before they were properly vetted by other scientists. That vetting subsequently punched many holes in the study and the methods used to document the facts. However, that did not stop Sagan from touting it as absolute fact.
I'm reminded of that fiasco as we learn more about the absolute facts of global warming.
I see the government is back after AIG for suggesting it is contractually obligated to pay out some $100 million in bonuses. So my question is would you rather have AIG pay the money out, which will likely be spent by those executives on goods and services real people make or provide? Or, would you rather see the government take that money back and put it in the treasury where it will be spent on, well, bigger and more government?
Which do you believe will have the greater impact on the economy? Using something called the "local multiplier effect" the $100 million in bonuses would result in somewhere between $500 million and $700 million. Who you gonna trust with the money?
Okay, I'm done and feel a little better but it's a little like the president cutting $23 million from his $3.9 trillion budget. I know I've done something, but who can tell.
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It's cruise party time. Local VFW Post 5443 is hosting its annual cruise party with funds being used by the group for their efforts in our community. A ticket will cost you $100 for which you'll receive a good dinner for two, good music and fellowship.
Call Gene Lemonds (I think they're going to double Gene's sales commissions from last year) or one of the other veterans to get your ticket.
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Save the date
This year's Rotary Auction is set for Tuesday-Thursday, Feb 23-25 so get ready to help yet another good cause. Last year's auction was yet another victim of the ice storm. The club is hoping this year's event will come back bigger and better than ever. If hard work will make it happen bigger and better is a cinch.
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Like a lot of other folks I've enjoyed watching high school basketball action this winter. Last week I was sitting in the gym listening to several fellows talk about some memorable events that have taken place on local hardwoods over the years.
Mark Moore suggested that the further we get from those "Glory Days" the better we get. Retiring Kennett school superintendent Jerry Noble said he thought Mark, a point guard in his heyday, was the "Larry Bird of his era." Maybe so, but incoming superintendent Chris Wilson opined, "He's still not as good as his daughter."
I can see it now. Those two will be back at it again. Mark and Randi will probably be out shooting free throws and playing HORSE in an attempt to settle that argument in the Moore household, again.
Speaking of "Glory Days," the retiring superintendent recalled the time during his college days he was challenged by a girl about who had scored more points in high school. Jerry was pretty certain he was the clear winner there.
Then she explained to him that girls basketball, where she went to school and at that time, was played 3 on 3. Three players played offense and three played defense, neither crossing the half court line. This particular girl played offense. Not only that, but apparently she was the offense for her school.
In Jerry's defense he was probably figuring he could count those points he scored while wearing one of his triplet brother's jersey after he had exceeded the foul limit.
He also recalled hearing about a game back in the 50s played between Deering and Bragg City. The game was so close and a final shot went up at the buzzer. The refs refused to make a call until well after the game was over. As the story goes the refs left the gym and called back after they had gotten some 50 miles down the road to tell them who won the game.
Another story was about a local referee, who shall go nameless to protect the guilty, that was involved in a one point game. As Jerry remembered it the shot went up at the buzzer. One ref turned to look at his partner to see if the shot had gone off before the buzzer sounded out not. His partner was gone.
The ref on the court went into the officials' locker room and there was his partner sitting, feet propped up on the desk, eating popcorn.
"Well, was the shot good or not," asked the popcorn eating ref. I think it was shortly after that game this particular ref stuck with his day job of directing high school bands.
Chris vaguely recalled a close game in Holcomb a few years ago he was intimately familiar with. I think most folks have probably forgotten that one by now, though.
Bud Hunt is publisher of the
Daily Dunklin Democrat, Daily Statesman, Delta News-Citizen, Missourian-News and
North Stoddard Countian.