Partly Nonsense

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
Which towns do you think of when you hear the slogans, “Nestled in a Valley of Opportunity,” “Small, But It’s Home” or “Small Town, Big Heart”?


These slogans belong to Florence, Lehigh and Goessel in that order.


Marion has three slogans that I can think of: “Town with a Legend,” “Best Place I’ve Seen,” and “Stone City.”


Hillsboro used the phrase “Land of Milk and Honey” in the past, but the milk part went away. Now we sometimes use “Touch of Dutch,” but it hasn’t caught on with everyone.


Maybe we should have a contest to come up with a new slogan.


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I was trying to think of things that are absolutes and exactly the same for everyone regardless of socio-economic status and could only come up with two.


Time and gravity.


We all have the same amount of time in each day and anything we drop will fall.


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Last Friday night was a great night for me. Nancy and I were invited to Newton for a dinner buffet at the home of Harold Converse, author of a children’s book we just designed and printed called I’m a Little Teddy Bear.


Of the 90 or so books I have been involved with, no one has ever invited me to dinner to celebrate the project like he and his wife did.


The book also comes with a CD or tape cassette and has beautiful watercolor art drawn by a cousin of Lauren Ens and the late Homer Ens of Hillsboro.


Almost everyone involved in the book was there, including the musicians who sang, played or whistled. Included in that group were fine folks with connections to Tabor College. It was a great time.


I’ll admit I did look at my watch a few times because I knew the Hillsboro-Collegiate game was going on back home and I was hoping to see some of it.


We took our cue to leave as the other guests were departing. At about Walton, it occurred to me that the game might be on the radio. And it was.


I tuned in near the end of the third quarter and realized I had a chance to see the end of the game. The car started going faster all by itself. I pulled up to the gym when the score was 35-35, jumped out and left the car in the street. Nancy must have taken it home because it wasn’t there anymore when I came back out.


The radio couldn’t do justice to what was going on inside, which nearly everyone in town saw firsthand. It was the greatest two minutes of basketball I can remember.

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