On Thursday from 8 to 9 a.m. tune your AM radio to 560, KWTO. Kimball will be behind the microphone with Tim Keithley in their Meet the Editor series talking about everything El Dorado Springs. You are invited to call into the program to add something about your town. OK, we all know that Kimball is not the editor, she’s the publisher, a lot more important part of the operation than yours truly. But she is the one who performs well in front of a group or microphone.
This KWTO gig comes up every few months and most of the time I forget to tell you, like I usually forget to remind you about Daylight Savings Time. The last time she was supposed to go down was in March with an ice storm predicted. We opted out.
When
Tuesday morning the flashing sign on Hwy. H at Hwy. 82 said, “River bridge closed. Take alt. route.” We ran an article last week that said the Osage River bridge at Taberville will be closed for a month or so.
- There’s a City Wide Garage Sale this weekend. The police chief has given you some tips to survive it.
- At the last ambulance board meeting, Board Member Robert Matney had put a complaint on the agenda about the signs CMH painted on the ambulances. He said
It’s May 14 and people are still finding morel mushrooms. I went out Saturday to plant some mushroom seeds and came back with 10 nice morels. Kimball sliced, washed, floured and fried about half of them for us Saturday night and some more Sunday night.
And we have several left from earlier. Kimball has started frying up mushrooms and freezing them. They thaw out really well in the skillet.
The two big problems to finding mushroom now are the eight legged guard dogs and heavy growth. People who
I have never hunted turkeys in the snow before. From the number I saw and heard (zero), I may not be able to say now that I have.
I had on more clothes than I did for deer hunting last fall. I needed every bit of covering and all of my rain gear.
Have you ever seen it snow in May? I hadn’t.
The cold and snow didn’t seem to hurt the mushroom crop. That’s the benefit of not working turkeys – it kept
Saturday night at the gala for the Lighthouse Children’s Theater, the pseudo George W. Bush was seriously funny. He was the mystery guest who was preceded by two clean cut young men in black suits who looked the part of Secret Service agents.
I wish I could repeat some on the president’s banter for you, but I can’t remember it. I was too busy laughing hard to take notes. And concentrating on what he was saying in order to decipher the malapropisms – you know, a word that is close to what
I was talking to a lady at the grocery store the other day when somehow we got on the topic of the “Mean Sucker” photo we had on the front page a few weeks ago. She told me that a nightmare woke her young son the other night. He dreamed someone had one of those Lampreys attached to him. She said they didn’t know such creatures lived in Sac River so they have sworn off swimming there.
- Speaking of Sac River, has anyone given thought to saving the Caplinger Dam while
I forgot to tell you last week about how much I was impressed a week earlier by young people and their grasp of technology.
I was 20 minutes away from Pittsburg at 1 a.m. when I got a cell phone call from the press foreman, Greg Cobb, that lasted just long enough for me to hear him say, “The internet is down.” I knew that meant that he couldn’t get our newspaper pages which we send over the internet.
Once there, I stood rather helpless while the editor,
Never been there before so I welcomed Bob Floyd’s suggestion that I photo the Optimist Easter Egg Hunt inside the Civic Center gym Saturday morning from the balcony. Worked out really well. And it kept me somewhat safer than I would have been on floor level.
The pace on the elevated track picked up, though, when the Optimists released one of the older age groups to vacuum up the eggs “hidden” there. If parents could inspire their young ‘uns to work with that intensity and speed on chores at home….
Thankfully the weather guessers were wrong about the six to 10 inches of snow for us Sunday. With a yard stick, I measured five inches on the picnic table on our south deck, but the fields and the roads did not agree with that.
I was about to start getting dressed for church Sunday morning and head that way in 4WD and studded tires when Bro. Jerald Jones called to call it off because the highway was too slick. About 11 a.m., I drove out to Hwy.
The community lost two old friends this week.
I’ve known of Joe Hendricks all my life. His son, Randy, was in high school when I was.
During a Veteran’s Day ceremony at the City Cemetery one year, Joe made a suggestion – that I interview WWII prisoners of war. I followed his advice and it was a rewarding experience meeting and interviewing the former POWs and relaying their stories to you.
We first met Ike and Winnie Burrow when their son, Carl, worked for