Ah, yes … Progress Chenango. Oh, how I’ve missed thee, let me count the waves. Indeed, yes, it’s Progress time once again here at The Evening Sun and I am knee-deep in the process of setting up interviews, typing madly as our January deadline approaches and – all-in-all – stressing. One would think, considering this is my third go-round with Progress, that I’d be numb to all the pain and suffering. Alas, I am not. It doesn’t matter, however. Progress never has (and never will) get the best of this intrepid journalist.
Who am I kidding … Progress will chew me up and spit me out before it’s all said and done. Such is life.
Chenango County Court has been a fairly busy place lately, what with Michael Victor’s sentencing (not to mention Pierce and Sabines day of reckoning). Hopefully, this type of thing sends a message to criminals and drug dealers across the county that … a) you will get caught and b) you will go to prison. A life of crime doesn’t pay, as they say, and unless you want to spend the next six, nine or even thirty-nine years in state prison, harken back to the wise words of E.T. (the extra-terrestrial) and “BE GOOD.”
And now, I take this moment to offer the dedicated reader out there this link to today’s column – “What’s up, Doc?” – in which I lament the quality (and cost) of healthcare in our fair nation.
Well, the Christmas shopping is almost done and I, for one, couldn’t be happier. And I must admit I did a much better job than in previous years in regards to that whole “waiting until the last minute” nonsense. Needless to say, I’m quite excited for this year’s holiday festivities and (most of all) I can’t wait to see the kids’ expressions when they open their gifts. Merry Christmas all!
Me? I’m hoping I’ll finally get that authentic Red Ryder B.B. Gun with a compass in the stock and “this thing which tells time.”
“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”