Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about my newly acquired pager waking me up in the wee hours of the morning any time there’s an emergency here in good old Chenango County. Seeing as how I wasn’t sure how loud the little bugger is, I (unwisely, it would seem) set the volume last night, oh, about half-way up. Turns out, the ear-piercing shriek it puts out when set half-way up is loud enough to wake a drunk ( and deaf) elephant on New Years Eve. Needless to say, it scared the living daylights out of me and getting back to sleep was … difficult.
Today, I had an opportunity to sit down and discuss my new beat (police/fire/ems/court for those of you who haven’t been paying attention) with Oxford Police Chief Rich Nolan, who was – I must say – extremely gracious and down-to-earth. In fact, everyone I’ve spoken to who’s in any way involved with my latest assignment has been absolutely great. I’d say it’s simply my personal, charismatic way with people but, hey, who am I trying to kid, right?
Otselic Valley voters approved the district’s building project proposal yesterday by a fairly large margin, when you get right down to it. I’m still a little baffled by the whole affair, to be honest, considering many Otselic resident’s feelings on the idea of merging the district’s two schools (one in South Otselic, the other in Georgetown). Regardless, the vote has gone through and the people have spoken, so full speed ahead, I guess. It will be interesting to see how this one pans out over the next year-and-a-half to two years, needless to say.
Lastly, I’m going to go on record right now and say … all this rain in the forecast has me more-than-a-little concerned. Thunderstorms, more thunderstorms, rain showers, sprinkles and torrential downpours are all well and good if your crops need watering or you’d like to cool off on a hot summer day. When the entire county has been weathering (seemingly) flood after flood, however, let’s just say it get a little old. So please, Mother Nature, take it easy on us over the weekend, and let’s keep our fingers crossed that the weatherman (so reliable most days … sarcasm intended) is wrong this time around.