The Rock Wall

Posted April 4, 2013 at 9:52 am

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….

– Welcome Caitlin Weaver to the staff of your newspaper. She has experience with the computer program we use so she is quickly picking up on building ads and pages and working photos.

– Becky Wood is a grandma. Her cat had four kittens – three striped tabbies and a white odd ball. One’s already taken, Becky said. So get your name in the hat.

– I’ll share a couple of observations from an e-mail I received:

• If you can get arrested for hunting or fishing without a license, but not for being in the country illegally …you might live in a country founded by geniuses, but run by idiots.

• If the government wants to ban stable, law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines with more than ten rounds, but gives 20 F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in Egypt … you might live in a country founded by geniuses, but run by idiots.

• If being stripped of the ability to defend yourself makes you more “safe” according to the government … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.”

– Got this little tidbit in an e-mail which might interest some of you:

During my physical, my doctor asked me about my daily activity level, and so I described a typical day this way: “Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded along the edge of a lake, drank eight beers, escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush, marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake.

Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one heck of an outdoors man.”

“No,” I replied, “I’m just a really bad golfer.”