I made it! I have provided this column to my editor every single week for 20 straight years.
When I realized what was happening, I had to keep going. I thought it would have been a travesty to miss even one column during the previous 20 years.
There were only two that I can think of that were tough to complete. One was the time I took an ambulance ride to Wichita on a Friday and was in the heart hospital until Monday. The other was when Nancy’s mom died and I had pneumonia. My grandsons were nice enough to help me out that week. Other than those two, it has been pretty smooth sailing.
Now it is a breeze as I write almost two weeks ahead at times. Nothing has been that time sensitive any way. This one is finished on July 28.
When I was production manager at KAKE TVs free 100,000 distribution weekly newspaper back in the mid ’70s, we once received a letter to the editor that stated “the more you write the less it means.” I suppose that same thought could be applied to this column.
The Free Press first issue was printed for distribution on Aug. 12, 1998. My oldest grandson was born in January that year and it is hard to believe he is already 20 years old.
It is also hard to believe that I sold my interest in the company more than four years ago. I really like working here and I really like the people I work with and always have.
Knowing what I know now I would like to go back 20 years and do a few things differently, but not very many.
I am extremely pleased that Joey and Lindsey Young have taken the Free Press torch and are running full speed ahead with it.
I don’t think I could have found any better or more hardworking people than they to run this company.
They are clear thinkers and have everyone’s best interest at heart.
I was eager to eat at the Marion County Fair so that I could have some pie.
An American soldier who fought in the European Theater was stationed in Bavaria when World War II ended. To celebrate he stopped in a Bavarian Bakery and had a piece of Bavarian cream pie that was the most fabulous piece of pie he had ever eaten.
After the war he came back to the United States and lived his life and was very successful during his career and always dreamed of that piece of pie.
Late in life he learned that he was terminally ill and wanted to have one more piece of the Bavarian cream pie before his life ended.
So he makes the trip back to the bakery in Bavaria. He goes in the door and orders a piece of that Bavarian cream pie, when he was told they had sold the last piece. So he says, “Could I have a piece of peach?”
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