Bridge over troubled …
Sheesh, it sort of looked like an immovable object for a while, didn’t it?
You know, the “We don’t need no stinkin’ vote” to see what the people are thinking about this entire bridge issue.
Then they started dropping like three-pointers from the Gators’ basketball team. Before you knew it there was almost a bushel full of guys saying, “Well, it ain’t that bad.”
So what happened?
To be sure The Columbian editorialized a week ago calling for an advisory vote on what Clark County residents are thinking on this proposed bridge.
Then last Saturday I explained how we came to that conclusion and threw in my own three cents: It’s disenfranchising to not listen to people.
But what really happened?
My sense is some people are listening better. Certainly, folks who visit our website and comment on stories have a voice and a platform they’ve never had before.
We’re running an unscientific poll right now on our website where more than 1,600 votes have been cast. And 66 percent say they need to be heard through a vote.
Lots of people see that.
Certainly I give The Columbian some credit because we speak with a relatively large voice. Clearly folks read our editorial and my column last week on this issue.
But even with that, we voiced our view after listening to your views.
Oh, there are still those who will look for technicalities to avoid a vote. But I hope they’ll come around. They don’t have much choice.
Green eggs
Wanted to catch up a bit on this wonderful Green Eggs and Ham event that first-graders get to enjoy here in Clark County. Mark Mathias, the head cheese at Beaches restaurant, does most of the heavy lifting and egg cracking. (OK, the eggs already come cracked, so don’t quibble.)
He invites a few dolts like me and a few important people like Sheriff Garry Lucas (you’re automatically important if you’re packin’) to help him.
Me, I always try to be the egg man. Slingin’ ham slices is easy livin’. But getting the exact amount of eggs on the plate, now that takes skill.
Sure, more of my eggs ended up on the floor than on the plate but (dramatic pause required here) I’m still the egg man!
And thanks to Fruit Valley school for sending me a card.
“The kids and their families have been looking forward to this and you didn’t disappoint them!”
Heroes
Now I’m not suggesting that 7 a.m. isn’t a glorious time of the day. It’s just that I’d prefer to simply hear about it rather than experience it.
Still, a couple of times a year I — indeed — experience it. So last week I attended the 14th annual Real Heroes Breakfast put on by the local American Red Cross chapter. They honor those children, adults and even the occasional dog that save lives. It is truly uplifting.
