Time for some three-dot journalism.
When Louisiana businesswoman Dorothy Penrod saw the new Smurf-blue trash cans at Riverfront and Riverview-Henderson parks, she knew they just didn’t fit.
By the way Dorothy dresses, you can tell she has an feeling for color and continuity. So I wasn’t surprised when her eye caught the trash-can clash with the earth-tone hues along the Mississippi River.
Dorothy swung into action and gathered money and volunteers to have the prisoners at Bowling Green make wooden covers for the trash cans.
They were delivered last week and will soon be in place. Dorothy also wants to put them over trash cans in the city’s other parks.
If you know Dorothy, you know that when she makes her mind up to get something done, you better get on board or get out of the way.
The trash-can cover effort may seem like a small thing to some, but it represents the type of determination the city needs to progress. When citizens take it upon themselves to improve the community, it helps the beauty and economy of Louisiana.
Thanks for your vision Dorothy.
I took one for the team, as it were, while shooting photos of the Clopton-Elsberry homecoming football game against Bowling Green last Friday night.
In the first half, IndianHawks safety Jack Hicks scooped up a fumble and ran it back 80 yards for a touchdown.
As he came storming down the sideline, one of his teammates not on the field got excited and started running parallel with him.
As I moved my camera up to my face, Hicks’ teammate smacked into me from behind.
I didn’t get knocked down, but it occurred to me that I must be getting old, because I hadn’t been hit that hard in a long, long time.
I then realized I had been cut by the frames of my glasses and was bleeding from the bridge of my nose.
I nonchalantly walked over to the bench, grabbed a towel and put pressure on the cut to stop the bleeding.
The crowd was so excited by the run, I don’t think anybody saw me. I know this because nobody came up and asked if I was all right, which would have been typical of Clopton hospitality.
I didn’t seek any sympathy, because of my vanity and the fact I shouldn’t have been standing where I was.
You can bet I’ll be keeping a safer distance in the future. I also owe the IndianHawks football program one new towel.
And speaking of football, did you try to tune into the Mizzou game Saturday night like I did, only to find it cost $26 to watch them play Vanderbilt?
I’m writing a letter to the university, which will make out a few salient points.
My tax dollars, ticket buying and Tigers clothing purchases have subsidized Mizzou football for years. Why should I pay to watch a second-rate game?
With the extra millions Mizzou is raking in from switching to the SEC conference, why do they have to gouge the faithful with pay-per-view? This wasn’t Ali vs. Frazier folks.
As my son said, it almost makes you not want to be a fan anymore.