The Bucks Stops Here
Time for a little three-dot journalism.
Can we say enough about the brave people who kept providing us services during last week’s frigid storm?
I don’t know about you, but I think the city workers of Louisiana and Clarksville need to be applauded for continuing to deliver during a most difficult time.
Sure, putting up with bad weather is part of the job when you work for a city department. But that doesn’t make it any easier to get up in the dark to fix a broken water line or clear streets due to snow and ice.
I can only remember a handful of times in my life when it was as cold as it was Sunday through Tuesday, Jan. 5-7. My son and I walked outside all bundled up on Sunday and lasted about one minute.
I can’t imagine what it was like to be out in those temperatures for hours at a time.
I also take my hat off to the postal workers, Ameren Missouri crews, plumbers, tow truck drivers, garbage collectors and everyone else who had to work out in that cold.
Talk about earning your money.
One of the great things for journalists covering basketball tournaments in this area during the winter is the free food.
Years ago if you wanted a journalist to show up, you served free booze. Modern mores have halted that, but now free food has replaced it and I must admit, I plead guilty.
No, a free sandwich or plate doesn’t sway my coverage, but I can tell you it is greatly appreciated.
Journalists like me work strange, long hours and there are many days when a fresh, hot meal just isn’t there.
So the hospitality rooms provided for bus drivers, coaches, referees and everyone else involved in running a tournament is a welcome respite, particularly after you’ve been there for hours on end over several days, covering one game after another.
I’ve had great food at Pike County high school hospitality rooms.
Bowling Green has a vast array and someone makes cheesecake with cherries on it that is just scrumptious.
The Louisiana boosters serve fantastic barbecue and delicious chili whenever the district tournament is there.
I can’t say one place is better than the other, but the meatballs at the Clopton Invitational are — as they say — to die for.
I tried to get one of the ladies running the hospitality room this year to tell me who makes those delicious treats, but she didn’t take the bait.
“We all just do what we can,” she said.
I didn’t know modesty could be mixed with culinary genius.
Louisiana Police Chief Rich Hughes reminded me the other day that it doesn’t take long for holiday cheer to dissipate.
In quick succession, Chief Hughes told me about counterfeit bills being passed in town, scam artists preying on locals and thieves breaking into cars.
Sometimes I wish Christmas and New Year’s lasted until the Ides of March.