The Buck Stops Here
Time to clear out the notebook with a few reflections on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
I would imagine Dylan Smith will remember the date of Monday, April 29, 2013, for the rest of his life.
Early that day, the Louisiana High School senior athlete tied for first place as an individual at the district golf tournament and his team came in first as well.
That afternoon, Smith came back to Louisiana, put on his LHS baseball uniform and entered a tight game as a relief pitcher in the sixth inning.
He gave up no runs in five innings and got the 8-7 win against Highland High, but that wasn’t all.
In the bottom of the 11th of the extra-inning nail-biter, Smith laid down a perfect squeeze bunt, beat it out for a hit and drove in the winning run in the process.
How’s that for a day’s work? I hope he bought a lottery ticket on the way home.
Several months ago, I wrote an ignorant column about Facebook and how I just didn’t get it.
Now I get it.
When floodwaters started pouring into Pike County in mid-April, I was able to do daily stories and updates on Facebook to go with our Press-Journal web site and for our Twitter and Textcaster sites.
I haven’t seen the numbers on our website yet, but the amount of readers who saw our Facebook posts astounded me.
From Wednesday, April 17 when the flood warning was issued until Wednesday, May 1, when Hwy. 79 was finally cleared to St. Louis, I put up 23 Facebook posts.
Those posts were seen by 51,790 readers and we provided quick, accurate information on volunteer needs in Clarksville, closures of roads and the Champ Clark bridge and when they were reopening. We also kept people abreast of the water rising and lowering and weather forecasts.
I also understand that many in the younger generation use Facebook as their basic communication tool.
As a result, I will step up my social media postings for our readers now that I have shed my technological dinosaur suit.
However, you will still not see pictures of me doing obnoxious things on my private Facebook account.
I also promise to never post the obligatory vacation photo of myself and the family in some tiki bar holding mai-tais with little parasols floating in them.
My dog Stanley has fully recovered from his injured foot, thanks to the diligent attention of local veterinarian Dr. Patti Blackmore and number two son.
This has allowed Stanley to resume his daily regimen of chasing us down the road and every critter that moves in the 100 acres around us. I haven’t seen a deer around the house in months.
Stanley is fast too. Number one son timed him at 27 mph on the road one day.
His speed allows him to sometimes catch his prey and deposit it right outside our picture window, much to the horror of my wife.
If we ever have to move from our ideal spot, we’ll have to some wide open spaces for Stanley. There’s not a lick of city in him.