"If the citizens of Ohio, including organizations and individuals, do not have the right to call for the just enforcement of the Ohio Constitution, then who does have that right and responsibility?"
Another day, another threat of violence. Another alleged threat against my business. It does get old, but I try to maintain my sense of humor. Maybe I'll die laughing like the Arizona Apaches who ate the poisoned pinolé in the 1860s.
A long time ago, Brian Ast shared the following observation with me in Adams County: Never call a man a liar until he lies to you. I've always thought that was a pretty good philosophy. Thus, I'm not going to call anyone a liar today. (I'll refrain from the almost overwhelming temptation of adding "the hell I'm not.")
Let’s just leave it at this: Ernie Blankenship has given more to others than he’s ever expected in return. That’s not a bad legacy for anyone, is it? Thanks for everything, Ernie. You da man.
In many ways, Art Donovan reminds me of another local former football player, former member of the U.S. Armed Forces, and storyteller extraordinaire. (We'll leave his identity to your respective imaginations.)
Why does capitalism tolerate such institutional embarrassments? The answer has to be that embarrassment simply isn't being felt. In other words, some people simply have no shame.
Following last Wednesday's commissioners' meeting, I received two telephone calls from two different county commissioners. One expressed serious regret and dismay that the two bids were not opened as advertised. The other said that the county received a call from the Hillsboro mayor's office as to which bid was accepted.
A few independent observations are in order following the Sept. 9 meeting of the Hillsboro City Council. (In fact, a lot of independent observations are in order.)
Among the several things I hope to always remember about Oct. 17, 1976 World Series is that my dad insisted that I dress appropriately for the weather. This meant layers of clothing. Longjohns. Check. Three pairs of socks. Check. Toboggan (the winter hat type, not the sled). Check. Gloves. Check. Hooded sweatshirt. Check. Winter coat. Check.
Among the several things I hope to always remember about Oct. 17, 1976 World Series is that my dad insisted that I dress appropriately for the weather. This meant layers of clothing. Longjohns. Check. Three pairs of socks. Check. Toboggan (the winter hat type, not the sled). Check. Gloves. Check. Hooded sweatshirt. Check. Winter coat. Check.
In essence, someone's gone to the trouble of establishing a Facebook page, supposedly for the good of the Historical Society, but which is being used contrary to the Society's membership's wishes at a special meeting of the members on July 15.
In essence, someone's gone to the trouble of establishing a Facebook page, supposedly for the good of the Historical Society, but which is being used contrary to the Society's membership's wishes at a special meeting of the members on July 15.
