You've got a great looking costume on and you're sweating bullets in the plastic jumpsuit and mask. You walk up to the door of some stranger and knock in anticipation of the great treats you might receive. The door opens, and an apple is dropped in the bag. What a downer. Fortunately that was the rarity of my youth.
Sitting in wood carver Ernest Sherrill’s studio/ gallery last Friday on Duncan Hill Road near Derma, I could hardly take my eyes off his many carvings hanging on the walls.
The floorboards in my Jeep reflect the conditions of all the sweet potato fields in our county – covered with mud. I spent much of last week visiting with as many farmers as I could to get the obviously bleak picture for this year's crop.
Last Friday night was a first for me. One of the officials at the Bruce-Walnut football game decided to give me a special acknowledgement by dropping a flag. To say the least, I wasn't exactly honored, more confused.
Last Saturday was one of those days I'll remember for the rest of my life. That was the day I accepted an incredible, very personal honor – the Dan Phillips Leadership Award from the National Newspaper Association.