Letter to the Editor
Last year I challenged my son Alan to a duel during the fair tractor pull-beat him too I might add. As a father, one of the great joys of life is sharing something special with your son. Imagine my chagrin when I found that pulling my little homebuilt did not have the same narcotic effect on Alan it does me. I believe his exact words were, “I kept waiting to be overcome by excitement Dad, It just never happened.”
A famous man once said, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him wipe his butt.” Must have been what he was talking about.
So, with Alan out of the picture I was looking for a fresh victim. Layne Anderson crossed my mind. He is a good sport, even if a bit of a rube and perhaps simple enough to think he could outdo me at my own game-need some bait though-figured a $100 donation to his beloved 4-H if he beat me should draw him in.
The inspiration came late at night so the phone call woke him up. I heard him say yes although I am not quite certain he knew what to. Anyone else wishes to pledge money to 4-H if Layne wins, you’re welcome to the party. Just between you and me, I think your money will be pretty safe.
So there you have it, the ’09 Emmet County Fair Tractor pull challenge-Thursday night, don’t be late. The real action as always is in the 3,000 and 3,500-pound classes so be there on time. Hopefully Bernie and his B will make it also.
Regards, Roy “Full Pull” Gage
Letter to the Editor
The last time a similar situation happened-I kept my mouth shut (something different for me). But not this time. Please, someone tell me why? Ya all want to fancy-up our town, which is fine, but a few things more important would be to show love, compassion, accept others for who they are and forgiveness.
A little understanding that things happen to all of us, in one way or another that perhaps causes us to blow up, say and do things we wished we hadn’t. We’ve “ALL” been there. We are not walking in each other’s shoes. You don’t know that maybe I’ve lost a loved one, been diagnosed with a sickness or disease, or just maybe I am not feeling quite up to par today. Maybe I am having a bad time with depression, well, I could go on and on. So tell me why?
Why after being involved, loving an organization, getting many things accomplished for 35 or 50 years, and then, a couple bad days, words or whatever-don’t really know, and that’s not the point anyway. Then why are you no longer welcomed?
Is life not too short for such bickering, unforgiveness. Do you guys know how much this affects so many people-NOT just you. What example are you showing your kids, the neighbors’ kids, etc. No, I know I am FAR from perfect, but may I strongly suggest the foolishness stops? Please, let’s all come together. Forgive before it’s too late, AND that means forgiving ourselves as well. Let’s not let it be too late for even one more person. What a good way to honor our great friend Norm!
Swallow your pride boys and forgive, say you’re sorry and even try a good manly “HUG.”
I don’t always agree with my brother or understand him, but I always love him and when you hurt him, you have hurt me. He would give the shirt off his back to any of you and you know it. This notice is for all of us-even my brother. I for one want him on “OUR” department-where he was, where he was meant to be.
In loving memory of Norm Shyrock,
Roxanne R. Merrill,