ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
I can tell Scott Nuss, our Horizons columnist, why the years seem to keep going by faster and faster as one gets older. When you are 2 years old, the second year equalled one half of your life so it seemed equally as long. When you are 10 years old, the next year is about 1/10 of your life. When you are 20, the next year is about 1/20th and so on. When you get to be my age they zip on by like fast forward.
— Speaking of time, I can now literally watch it go by. I got this neat alarm clock that projects the time onto the ceiling in the bedroom. The numbers are red and about 6 inches tall. By cracking one eye open, the time is always right there in front of me. The clock can also show the time on the wall, but that wouldn’t be fun.
Until last week, our grandson Alex, who will be 6 this month would not talk to us on the telephone. At least not for much other than a short, “Hi.”
The last time we called the house, they put him on the phone and he talked until his dad told him it was time to get off.
This issue of the Advocate marks the start of its ninth year of publication. It also marks a milestone of reaching 1.5 million copies distributed through the U.S. mail.
Everyone who attended Hillsboro High School in the sixties will remember Elsie Plenert, who died last week at the age of 94. She was a lunchroom fixture during those years and a person who always had a smile and was jolly all of the time. She was always fun to be around.
It was my wife who pointed out to me that the Big XII fared rather poorly in the bowl picture this year. She doesn’t watch much, yet she’s always paying attention.
Collectively the Big 12 teams went 2-6, with Nebraska and Texas Tech the only winners. This doesn’t look too good for the conference that is supposed to be one of the best in the land.
An eery thing happened at Nancy’s store this past week. One morning early in the week, when it was around zero degrees outside, her plate glass windows were frosted over when she got there.
As the sun came around the front of the building and began to melt the frost away, she couldn’t help but notice the outline of what was once painted on the window. Lo and behold it was the outline of the Elsie’s Fabrics sign painted there more than 25 years ago.
I finally noticed the new entrance to Brown Gymnasium recently. We don’t enter the gym from that direction since we moved downtown and we didn’t notice it from the inside.