FC property damage accidents from August 9 through August 21

Provided by the Franklin County Sheriff’s Department

August 9

Joshua Goins, South Ott Road, Connersville, at 3:26 p.m., was operating a vehicle northbound on Indiana 229, when the vehicle traveled off the right side of the road and struck a road sign. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Major Gregory Mehlbauer investigated the accident.

August 12

Kyle Carson, Miller Road, Sunman, at 7:24 a.m., was operating a vehicle northbound on Johnson Fork Road, went off the west side of the road, striking a utility pole. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Deputy Jason Robinson investigated the accident.

August 17

Bethany Drifmeyer, Snail Creek Road, Metamora, at 5:35 a.m., was operating a vehicle eastbound on St. Mary’s Road when due to speed or being unfamiliar with the road, the vehicle went off the side of the road and into a creek. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Deputy Tyler Ford investigated the accident.

August 19

Jerry Eversole, Bushy Road, Metamora, at 2:49 p.m., was operating a vehicle on Bushy Road when he said he went too far over to the side of the road, lost control and struck a tree. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Deputy Jason Robinson investigated the accident.

Brayden Halcomb, Duck Creek Road, Metamora, at 5:58 a.m., was operating a vehicle southbound on Duck Creek Road when Halcomb’s vehicle was unable to avoid a deer than ran out onto the road in front of him. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Deputy Jason Robinson investigated the accident.

August 21

Erika Stakauskas, Cincinnati, at 8:10 a.m., was operating a vehicle on Oxford Pike when she said she fell asleep while driving. Franklin County Sheriff’s Department Deputy Dakota Huntsman investigated the accident.

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BTC August 24 meeting transcript — with EDITORIAL remarks (and some glib comments) Part III

By John Estridge

EDITOR’S NOTE AND EDITORIAL COMMENT: This is the third of a multi-part transcription of the August 24 Brookville Town Council meeting’s pertinent parts relating to Golf Course Purchase, Zimmer Building Purchase and Frisbee Golf Course. I wanted to break this down into parts because it will be a very long piece, if I can even finish it. It takes a long, long time to go over and over a recording to do a transcription, especially with how fast and slurred Curtis Ward, BTC president, is when he begins talking about something that apparently excites him. Another thing that happened in this part is the video started having glitches where it froze and then jerked to a start several seconds past where it started. So, this has been really fun.

Brandy Wilson: “Good evening. God bless all of you by the way, and my name is Brandy Wilson. I am, um, a lifetime resident of Franklin County. Grew up and raised in Brookville, actually county though, not town. But I currently live in the town of Brookville. Um, Curtis (Ward) is my neighbor. Brooke (Leffingwell, council member) is my sister-in-law’s twin sister. Um, Eric (Johnson, council member), our kids go to school together. Terry (Mitchum, Brookville Police Department Chief, who was sitting next to Brooke at the council table) used to live across the street. I am here to ask, very nicely, that you consider the town of Brookville. I know, Curtis, that you said when I messaged you and Brooke that you were based upon an abundance theory, more is better. Well, let me tell you, I have lived a life, as Tammy probably can attest to, more was not better. I chased, Chad (Wilson) and I both, things that were never going to get us anywhere. It was like trying to build a mansion with all the amenities, the pool, the golf course, the tennis courts, everything, and it was built on sand. Do you know why? Because we didn’t have a firm foundation. But now there is a firm foundation, and I think that you guys should really listen to the people of Brookville. It affects so many people. And I respect you. And I know you’re all intelligent people. But I also oversee a business in Brookville. I am the vice president of Remedy Home Healthcare. And I will tell you as someone who oversees a business, it doesn’t grow unless you have support. We have 60 employees, and we have over 200 patients. We’ve been open for almost four years. It did not grow by not caring for people, listening to people, so yes, you may oversee and run a real estate business with yourself. You don’t have other people underneath you…”

Curtis Ward: “Not true.”

Brandy Wilson: “…that you are trying to make happy. Your business is different than Remedy. And I’m not trying to call you out. But these people care. They’ve grown up here. We don’t want a big town commercialized. If we did, we’d move to the city.”

Applause

Brandy Wilson: “This is what we want. We want Brookville to be small. We want to go outside and know our kids are safe.”

Applause

Brandy Wilson: “So thank you for your time and like I said, God bless you. And I only ask that you pray before you make a decision. Because pride comes before destruction. Amen.”

Applause

Curtis Ward: “Brandy, I do have a follow-up question for you.”

Brandy Wilson: “Yes?”

Curtis Ward: “Are you concerned with the declining school population?”

Brandy Wilson: “I actually went to the school board meeting yesterday (Monday, August 23). Um, and you know, I am, but the declining school um enrollment has nothing to do with our town. It’s a whole separate entity, and it has to do with the school not providing and meeting the needs of the children. And I say that as an educator who has bachelor’s degree in elementary education and taught for four years. So not only do I have that as my background, but I also am thinking of running for office because I believe people are too prideful.”

Editorial Comment: Curtis is hurting the school system financially by purchasing the golf course. It takes that commercial property off the property tax rolls; thus decreasing the amount of money reaching the local school system.

Curtis Ward: “What about the empty businesses on Main Street?”

Editorial Comment: The Town of Brookville is creating another empty storefront on Brookville’s Main Street by moving the police department to the old Zimmer building, which has a $600,000 price tag just to buy let along remodel, on High Street. This is the kind of hypocritical stuff that routinely comes out of Curtis’ mouth. For those of you paying attention, remember Curtis’ Kum ba yah speech where he criticized everyone who thought differently than he did and spoke out? But he continues to treat everyone who has a different opinion than his like crap. This is more of that. The town council has done nothing to fill the empty storefronts on Main Street. And using our tax money for the golf course, Zimmer building, annexation, a $3 million bridge and trail to his buddy’s motel and a new ambulance and staffing for another of his buddies, is going to remove more money from things they could do to fill empty storefronts on Main Street.

Brandy Wilson: I do have a concern for those, but I think those need to be home businesses. Chad and I, when we go out, we support the mom and pop shops. That’s where we go. When we go out to eat, a lot of times Chad Googles where is the home restaurant. We try to buy all USA-made things even if we have to pay more. Chad is a union carpenter and America is very important to us. And I support fully, and am not ashamed to say, I am a proud conservative.”

Curtis Ward: “Are you concerned about the declining population in Franklin County?”

Audience: “No, no, no. I don’t think a golf course is going to help that.”

Brandy Wilson: “My son moved to Oxford when he moved out, and he said it was the best decision he ever made. He said because Franklin County doesn’t have anything to offer him. If we’re looking for jobs and we’re looking for businesses, we need to find an industry. Owens Corning is not supporting the people of Brookville. So if you want to broaden and give people jobs, we have to get out of the low socio-economic place that we are. We have to provide jobs. McDonald’s is not cutting it. Arby’s is not cutting it. But the purchase of a golf course and annexing people is not going to fix that problem, unfortunately.”

Curtis Ward: “It will not solve that problem, but it will help.”

Audience: “A seasonal job?” More comments from the crowd.

Brandy Wilson: “It’s the mansion built on sand, Curtis. That’s what it is.”

Audience: More comments from the crowd.

More things being said from the crowd I cannot understand.

Curtis Ward: “I am respectful when you guys talk.”

More things being said from the crowd I cannot understand.

Curtis Ward: “If we have a declining population, we have private economics, we have a workforce, young force, Brandy just attested to that. She has a young son who moved out of the county because there’s more to offer outside the county. That’s a concern.”

Things being said from the audience I can’t understand.

Eric Johnson rolled his eyes at Cathy Pelsor and smirked

Curtis Ward: “This will help solve that.”

Paul Chaney: (He spoke earlier in the meeting) “If I may, I have one more question. Are there stipulations connected to buying this golf course from the LLC?”

Curtis Ward: “We will get to (something) shortly.”

Paul Chaney: So you’re not going to answer my question?

Curtis Ward: Shortly, we will. (I can’t understand the rest.)

Paul Chaney: “Whatever.”

Dusty Robinson: (He spoke earlier in the meeting) I’ve got one more question since you brought it up to Brandy talking about buying a golf course and more people come to town. I don’t know where you want these people to come from. Do you want them from Dayton, Hamilton, Cincinnati, outlying areas of Indianapolis, where do you want them to come from to live here and then to travel back to Cincinnati, Hamilton, Dayton and Indianapolis, Shelbyville, the areas that have manufacturing jobs, good paying manufacturing jobs. As Brandy stated, industry is what we have to have. If you bring people in from the outlying areas, I’m already one of them, I travel all over the U.S. for work. I do not shop here. Ninety-nine percent of the time I don’t shop here. Because I pay for a house and I travel outside this area. The vast majority of the people you are going to be bringing in, when they get done with their day-to-day jobs wherever they are, they are going to finish their shopping at the Super Walmart and Kroger and then come here. We’re still going to be in the same situation then as we are now. Other than we might have more people here that will come and go, but it is not a solution to the problem. Manufacturing is a solution to the problem. Good paying, quality jobs from the, uh, plant-manager-type position all the way down to the laborers. That’s where it’s at.”

Curtis Ward: “So, I agree with you that manufacturing does offer, uh, great potential for Franklin County. Now look at Connersville. They were a manufacturing town and then the manufacturing jobs disappeared and then they were left in an economic disarray, correct?”

Dusty Robinson: “Yes, they let the manufacturing run them over is what they did. I grew up in that town.”

Curtis Ward: “Either way…”

Dusty Robinson: “I grew up in that town, and my father worked at Visteon his whole life, most of the majority of his life. I saw the decline up there. Don’t compare it to Connersville and bring all that… I know. I seen it directly.”

Curtis Ward: “I’m saying if you manufacturing as your sole source of savings for this area…”

Dusty Robinson: “I’m not saying it’s the sole source. I’m saying if you’re wanting to build the tourism of the town…”

Curtis Ward: “We do.”

Dusty Robinson: “You have to have the manufacturing, the good paying jobs on the back side … as they said, the seasonal work doesn’t get it. The part-time employees at the pool doesn’t get it, Arby’s, McDonald’s, all these low-paying jobs that are here in town doesn’t get it. And not everybody’s into real estate as some of the people are in this town that’s for this golf course and for the development of this golf course. It’s my understanding this is possibly not going to stay a golf course. It’s going to get developed into other things. So, you’re going to hold to that, it’s going to stay a golf course forever and we’re going to have a seasonal golf course for … we don’t even know what percentage of people that come for tourism go to golf…”

Curtis Ward: “What we’ve said…”

Dusty Robinson: “… versus what we have that go to the beaches, goes to the river, goes to the lake.”

Curtis Ward: “What we’ve said for three years is that we’re committed to keeping that a green space.”

EDITORIAL COMMENT: What he said earlier in the meeting is that the town council has been committed to buying the golf course from the LLC or from Sparky or from someone, since his story keeps changing, for the past three years. This is the first time anyone heard they have been committed to keeping the golf course just a green space.

Curtis Ward: “Will we operate it as a golf course? Yes. So, we’re committed to keeping it a golf course that’s viable. But we’re committed to keeping it a green space. Will there be a part of it that is a park? We hope so.”

EDITORIAL COMMENT: Two things here, and I might be too glib on the second one, but Curtis seems committed to everything and everyone but the people of Brookville who he is supposed to represent. He is committed to the LLC, which wasn’t there for the negotiations and was there for the negotiations, both according to Curtis. He is committed to the former owners. He is committed to keeping it a golf course. He is committed to keeping it a green space. He is one committed person. The other point is one of the things that really gets on my nerves is a person who asks seemingly rhetorical questions, and then answers them himself. I know that might be petty, but it really gets to me, nails on a blackboard stuff, smarmy stuff.

Dusty Robinson: “I think there’s too many things that’s hidden from the town people that you’re not telling them that we don’t know why you’re buying the golf course. We have no idea. The vast majority of the town people have no idea why you want a golf course. You keep telling us it’s a viable business. Show us. Sell it to us. You’re a real estate agent, sell it to me. Show me where the money is. Show me where the value is of keeping this golf course as a town. If somebody wants to come in and … business 101 — if a developing company wants to come in and buy the golf course and keep it a golf course if it’s a viable business. Why would a town want to buy it? Why would not an investment group want to buy it? Investment groups don’t buy dying businesses, not to my knowledge. I mean, I could be wrong. That’s all I’ve got.”

Applause

EDITORIAL COMMENT: Read Dusty’s last paragraph again. That really says it all. While Dusty says he does not know why Curtis is making us, the taxpayers, buy a golf course an investment group already purchased and now wants — in the worst way — to sell back at a loss, I think most everyone knows why Curtis is making the taxpayers purchase the Pig in a Poke Golf Course, especially Curtis knows.

Obituary for Jami Elizabeth Reed

JAMI ELIZABETH REED

Jami Elizabeth Reed, 42, passed on September 2, 2021, surrounded by family and close friends at her home in Rushville. She had fought a courageous battle with cancer.

Jami was a lifelong resident of Rushville. She was the daughter of Alan and Sue Ann (Pavey) Odum. She had formerly been employed by Decatur County Memorial Hospital.

Jami had been a 10 year 4-H member, and a member of the High School Rodeo. She was a member of the Backroad Riders horse club and First Baptist Church. Her passions included family travel, horses, and dogs. She was a previous recipient of the Lykins Charity Golf Outing.

Jami leaves behind her husband, Jeremy Reed, and three sons; Ian (18), Lance (15), Zakkary (15). Other survivors include: both parents, sisters- Christin (Paul) Nicholls, Heather (James) Ballenger, Becky (Justin) Thompson, Elisha (Casey) Marcum, Abbie Odum (Bryce Dye) and in-laws Becky and Tom Bostater. She also had multiple nieces, nephews, and a great nephew.

Todds Funeral Centre and Crematory will host services. Friends and family are invited to call between 3-7 p.m. on Tuesday, September 7, 2021. Due to COVID this will be a drive-thru visitation. An outdoor memorial service will be led by Fr. James Brockmeier beginning at 7:30 p.m. Guests may remain in cars or bring lawn chairs for the service. A live stream of the service will be available online.

In lieu of flowers, please make memorial contributions to Edward Jones, where an account has been set up for the boys’ future educational expenses (325 N Main Street, Rushville) or the Lykins Charity Golf outing. Please light a candle and share a memory with the family at www.ToddFuneralHome.com

Obituary for Olyver Flynn Ripberger

OLYVER FLYNN RIPBERGER

Olyver Flynn Ripberger, stillborn son of Adam and Naskietta Renee Ripberger, received his angel wings Thursday, September 2, 2021, at IU Health – Methodist, Indianapolis.

Besides his parents, Olyver is survived by his maternal grandparents, Sidney and Bobbi Curtsinger of Connersville; maternal great-grandfather, Luther Gabbard of Connersville; and an aunt, Mystic Curtsinger of Connersville.

Olyver was preceded in death by his brother, Abraham Ripberger; paternal grandparents, Barry and Diana Ripberger; maternal great-grandparents, Robert and Marilyn Curtsinger; maternal great-grandmother, Grace Gabbard; paternal great-grandparents, Herbert and Thelma Ripberger.

Private services will be conducted at the convenience of the family. Miller, Moster, Robbins Funeral Home has been entrusted with the arrangements.

Online condolences may be made anytime at millermosterrobbins.com.

Christian witchcraft

Theological column by Adrienne Greene

Q:

Dear Pastor,

I have the ability to talk to the dead, so people at my church ask me to do this a lot. Now I’ve been asked to conduct an exorcism. Will you explain it so I can do it?

A:

My friend, I am sorry to tell you this, but your spiritual activities are forbidden in the Bible. Perhaps you were unaware that your skills and talents with the dead fall under the category of Spiritism (operating as a Medium.) This and many undertakings related to it are unsafe areas of the supernatural. Please allow me to introduce you to the Bible’s specific guidance on these things. And no, I cannot encourage or instruct you to conduct exorcisms of demons. In your present, spiritual condition, it would put you and others in grave danger both physically and spiritually.

You have shared with me that you attend a church, correct? And in this congregation people are asking you to summon the dead? You haven’t said what kind of church you attend, but I will assume that Jesus Christ may be somewhere in the mix since you are writing to me. If this is the case, and you and your congregation are Christians, then it is safe to say that the Christian Bible is meaningful to your group. We will turn there to understand God’s perspective regarding your actions and your request.

Here is an example of a direct quote from God to Moses: “When you enter the land that God, your God, is giving you, don’t take on the abominable ways of life of the nations there. Don’t you dare sacrifice your son or daughter in the fire. Don’t practice divination, sorcery, fortunetelling, witchery, casting spells, holding séances, or channeling with the dead. People who do these things are an abomination to God. It’s because of just such abominable practices that God, your God, is driving these nations out before you. Be completely loyal to God, your God. These nations that you’re about to run out of the country consort with sorcerers and witches. But not you. God, your God, forbids it” (Deuteronomy 18:9-14, MSG.)

The Lord repeats his own name many times in that swath of scripture, which may seem odd to us. Yet it is crystal clear that God wanted one thing to stand out as he expressed his opinions on what were later called the dark arts: “I’m the One talking!” God declared over and over again. He then presented a very specific list of practices his people (Christians and Jews) are never to participate in, sanction or conduct: 1) the intentional murder of your children (child sacrifice; abortion); divination (pentagrams; Satanism; occult); sorcery (wizards and witches); fortunetelling (tarot cards, crystal balls, tea leaves, palm reading); witchery (white magic or black magic); casting spells (curses, potions, crystals, talismans, charms); holding séances (talking to the dead) and channeling (spirit-guides; spirit possession.) Why would the Lord forbid these things? Because they are on-ramps to highways within satanic realms.

Consider the supernatural darkness of our world like a house with rooms. Doors connect these rooms to each other, yet the rooms are sealed when the doors stay shut. That list of God’s forbidden practices are doorways into something evil. We don’t know what’s inside those rooms or behind those doors. Our job as a Christian is to keep distance from the doors; seal them with our Savior’s blood and flee from the temptation to open them. When we open the door to demonic realms, we suffer the experience of Satan’s kingdom as we leave the safety of God’s kingdom to explore that darkness. I implore you to cease your actions with the dead, repent of your error and return to God’s path.

The world tempts us to look outside the Bible into other places of perceived power. They are certainly powerful, but they are also rooted in eternal hell. Find your excitement in discovering the depths of the Bible; its history, characters and amazing stories which rival the scintillating scenes of science fiction and mystery. And it contains a secret: you cannot read the Bible without meeting, face to face, the One who wrote it.

Do you have a question or comment for Pastor Adrienne? Send your inquiries to: info@adriennewgreene.com or write to P.O. Box 214, Harrison, OH 45030. For more information and resources, please visit www.askpastoradrienne.com or the “Ask Pastor Adrienne” YouTube channel for sermons and insights.

Obituary for Robert Duane Brown

ROBERT DUANE BROWN

Robert Duane Brown, 55, of Connersville, passed away on Thursday, September 2, 2021. He was born on September 21, 1966, in Hammond, to Ernest “Bob” Brown and Phyllis Garrison Brown.

Robert enlisted into the United States Navy in April of 1987, and served for six years. He obtained the rank of AO3. During his time in the Navy, he became a Shellback.

Robert attended Connersville Baptist Temple. He was a member of the Amvets, in Connersville.

Robert enjoyed all things fast, loud and manly. He was an avid sports fan and a collector of music. Most importantly he loved spending time with his grandchildren.

He is survived by his mother, Phyllis; son, Josh Duane Brown; grandchildren, Maci and Sylas Brown; a sister-in-law, Lara Brown; niece and nephew, Cory and Katelynn Brown; his faithful dog, Layla; aunts and uncles, Raymond Garrison, Carolyn “Mick” Garrison, Annita Garrison, Cathy (Steve) Asay, Steve (Carmen) Garrison, Stephen Brown, Richard (Roberta) Brown and Jackie Church; his former wife, Raymonna May; and his personal caretakers, Linda Kalkhoff and RN, Jocelynn Snyder.

Robert was preceded in death by his father, Bob Brown; a brother, Mark Brown; aunt, Betty Garrison; and uncle, Ronald Garrison.

Visitation for Robert will be held on Thursday, September 9, 2021 at Urban Winkler Funeral Home, 513 W. 8th St. Connersville, from 3 p.m. until 5 p.m. The funeral service will begin at 5 p.m. at the funeral home.

The Brown family would like to send their great appreciation and thank you to all Roberts’ caretakers over the years.

Insomnia, my CVS dream with dancing people and jets and my conversations with Holiday Inn

A column by John Estridge

For anyone that cares, I am writing this at 4:30 a.m.

I have insomnia, at times, not all the time but quite a bit more often as I get older.

Several years ago I read the huge King novel, all of his novels are huge, called Insomnia. At that time, I didn’t have insomnia, and I think part of that was I was reading that book and sometimes I have found King, in his huge novels, to get ponderous, but I ramble …

While 4:30 isn’t early for a huge section of the population, this morning I have tossed and turned in the bed for about an hour or so before getting up and typing on my laptop. I always tell myself not to give into the insomnia but to think about the dream I had before I woke up at an ungodly hour and somehow that will lead me back to sleep. It does work at times, but this morning it was my dream that woke me up.

This is going to get really boring, so this is a warning. I am going to tell you about a dream. I always think my dreams are real interesting – I dream in color which I really enjoy — and unfortunately, for My Long Suffering Wife Ruth, she has heard about 44,323 dream stories in the 15+ years we have been married. Ruth has how long we have been married down to the seconds. I believe, and I tell myself that is because she is really enjoying being married to me, but it might be one of those things where I kind of delude myself.

That is because in the midst of telling Ruth about an interesting dream, I can see her concentration waver, and I think she is probably thinking about grocery lists or her newest sewing project and what we have to go to Joann’s to get for that project or something like that, but she is not thinking about the dream I am telling her about.

Let me digress from my digression here: While I was in bed, I thought about this column, which is what I usually do when I have a column or lately an editorial about the Brookville Town Council … can’t get started on that or I really will lose control … I think about a column or editorial in bed and then get up and type it before I forget, but this time I was thinking the column was going to be about my telephone conversations with Holiday Inn.

But I seem to be getting away from that. Maybe, I will come back to that before I stop typing.

My dream, at the end, was about going to CVS. The CVS was in Richmond, and it was not a real CVS in Richmond I have ever been at, but it was a CVS in Richmond. In the midst of walking along a walking path from the parking lot, which was a long way away from the CVS’ front door, people around me were talking.

Really, I should say at this point, when I pulled into the parking lot it was a very cool night and people were dancing. That was strange, not the dancing part, but that people were there because it was a large parking lot, and I had pulled next to the only other car that was there, and it was an ugly green 57 Ford, all rusted out and looking like it had been parked there since 1957.

The reason I had to park in the parking lot was most people had parked along the street in front of the CVS, but I don’t parallel park, even in my dreams. There were several cars parked in the handicap spaces of the parking lot, which was a long way from where I parked but still a long way from the CVS, which now that I think about it that is strange because as I said earlier, the parking lot was a long way from the CVS, and I had to traverse the distance along a walking path that was very uneven. I was actually hopping from rock to rock, so I apparently had not had the Events I Can No Longer Talk about But Always Do. Because, the EICNLTBAD left me, in reality, where I cannot walk a straight line because my balance is so bad, but I walk like Monk in the TV show, and I cannot on my best days hop from one rock to another.

Many, many people in the world today are too young to remember Monk, but I am guessing many readers do remember it.

Anyway, there were several people around me that I could not see conversing as we were all walking to the front door. I could only see one young male person, and I was trying to match his hops from rock to rock.

They were all talking about how the really good CVS parking lot dancing party was happening at New Point. I know New Point does not have a CVS, and New Point is a long way from Richmond, but it was what it was. While they were having that conversation, I was thinking whether I should pull my mask up over my face before I got to the CVS front door. The male in front of me did not have a mask at all. Through this whole COVID thing I have been confused about everything, but especially now my confusion centers around wearing masks, especially at CVS because if you stand around and read their signs as I do when Ruth is doing things around the cash register and everyone is waiting for the receipts to print – about 10 minutes per receipt I am guessing – I read their signs. How I interpret the signs about masks is masks are once again mandatory, but no one seems to be wearing masks, so I am torn.

I wear masks for my employment – I don’t like wearing masks – but I do when I am supposed to. Some people are back to wearing masks all the time, and I have spotted several people wearing masks alone in vehicles again. I watch them from my front porch and feel sorry for them, but the other day I forgot I had my mask on from work, and I was driving to the real Brookville CVS with my mask on, so I was one of those.

Anyway, I was walking to the CVS, in my dream, surrounded by young people who made a habit of partying and dancing at CVSes around the area, when a jet went overhead at a very low altitude. Now the jet was in an earlier dream. It would take off near us, fly over Ruth and my house very low and then point the nose straight up and go into a stall. I had the feeling these were training missions and that was what they were training about coming out of a stall, but they were really close to the ground, and I was really worried they would crash before they could get their engine restarted, but they did get it restarted over and over again without crashing.

And unbelievably that sort of leads me to my conversations with Holiday Inn.

Remember about a year ago I wrote a column where Ruth and I could not find the Atlantic Ocean? Really, I should leave Ruth out of this because I believe she could have found the Atlantic Ocean, and I would have too if I had listened to her.

But instead I went into a Lowes located in Virginia Beach, which most of the city is nowhere near the beach or the Atlantic Ocean, and I took very complicated directions from a tattooed Lowes employee named Brian. While Ruth and those directions did get us to the ocean, when I was listening to Brian, very, very loud Navy jets went over the Lowes at a low altitude and I visibly reacted by ducking and trying to pull my head into my shoulders. After I visibly ducked and tried to pull my head into my shoulders, I realized I was the only person to react, and Brian — noticing my reaction — did say residents get used to the jets.

So my jet in the dream was a combination of those jets and the A-10 warthogs that periodically go low over our house on the way to do a practice bombing run on the Brookville Dam.

Again, this gets me to my conversation with Holiday Inn, because the way we found the Atlantic was from a Holiday Inn parking lot that I had gone into sideways because I just floored it from the last highway we – I had been lost on – across several lanes of traffic to that hotel. We were very tired and for some reason Ruth had been losing her patience with me for about the last 14 years prior to that moment.

Anyway, our destination that day or night as it was then because we – I — had become lost at Newport News – please avoid Newport News at any cost especially at rush hour, just sayin – was the Outer Banks.

So, once we had eaten inside the hotel’s restaurant, which had very recently reopened in what we thought at that time was the Post-COVID world, oh my, the confusion again, I called Holiday Inn to reserve something at the Outer Banks for the next few days.

In my conversation with a nice, young man representing Holiday Inn, at least he said he was but one never knows over the telephone, he sold me on a free trip to a Gatlinburg Holiday Inn Resort, or so I thought. It’s supposed to be free and all Ruth and I have to do is sit through a two-hour sales pitch – torture — on timeshares, and we only have to pay the taxes for our stay.

Wrapped around those tortuous two hours is supposed to be four days and three nights of a relatively free vacation for four people in the resort – just pay taxes, or so I thought. When the nice, young man sold me on that, he said I had one year to visit the resort, or so I thought.

Unfortunately, for me, as it now stands, an email recently reminded me of the ticking clock regarding this free vacation so I once again called Holiday Inn. That time I got a nice woman. She informed me I was mistaken about the free vacation, where we only have to pay taxes, being at the resort. I thought she said the free vacation where we only have to pay taxes would be at any Holiday Inn. Ruth and I decided before my second confused conversation the other two people would be two daughters who like to travel and can get off work rather easily. Thus, I informed them about the change in plans, and we all decided on a Holiday Inn at Franklin, Tennessee. I would go to the battlefields around Franklin, and they would shop. I even downloaded an ebook for my Kindle about the Battle of Franklin so I would have an idea what I would be looking at during my walk around the battlefield(s). Don’t tell Ruth but the ebook cost $13.99 so add that onto the taxes for the free vacation.

After talking to the nice woman at Holiday Inn, I had hung up so we all could Message with everybody and figure out what days and nights to have our free vacation where we only have to pay for the taxes. So, we did, and I called Holiday Inn back a few days later.

I talked to a different nice woman. She said I had been mistaken. We would be staying at either the Pigeon Forge or Gatlinburg Holiday Inn and go to the Holiday Inn Resort in Gatlinburg for our two-hour torture.

When I got off the phone with her, I Messaged Angie and Samantha and told them we would not be going to Franklin, but we would be going to somewhere in the Smokies, I really have no idea where. They were OK with that; they are accustomed to dealing with me, and they don’t have to do it all the time like Ruth has to.

However, the last nice woman said I would get a confirmation email within two weeks giving me the details for the vacation. I have not received it. So, when I woke up from the dream about dancing people in the CVS parking lot and the jets, I thought if I am going to get up, I might as well call Holiday Inn once again and talk to another nice person.

That is what I am going to do next, right after my second cup of coffee. Coffee is my current addiction; Ruth will not let me access Amazon anymore because we have boxes of different types of flavored coffee K-cups open and all over the house. And coffee might be one of the reasons for my insomnia, but I will just delude myself that it is not one of the reasons and go get my second cup.

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Old Guy Rant: We knew this on Nov. 4

Political column by Larry Wiwi

Old Guy Rant:  We Knew This on November 4

I can’t really convey how much it breaks my heart to write this column because it is largely a column of sadness and failure on a global scale, and I take no solace in the fact that like most conservatives, I knew all of this on November 4.

Commander-in-Thief Biden along with his Democrat/Socialist controlled House have engineered an amazing record since his inauguration:

  1. Locked down and stifled American oil production through cancelled pipelines and severe cutbacks on drilling leases even while approving a pipeline to benefit Putin’s Russia and begging the OPEC nations to produce more, resulting in vastly higher prices for gas and everything else in America – other nations benefited at the expense of the American citizen.
  2. Opened the border to pretty much any illegal who wants to come, and happily busing these illegals many covid positive, around the country – illegals, drug lords and human traffickers benefit at the expense of the American citizen.
  3. Rampant and irresponsible spending, with the latest infrastructure bill weighing in at 2700 pages that no one read.
  4. Continued non-support of police as crime continues to spike, especially in Democrat controlled cities resulting in massive property destruction and personal injury – the thugs, Antifa, BLM, and others benefit at the expense of honest American citizens.
  5. As I write this we are witnessing the withdrawal, no make that retreat, from Afghanistan as the most incompetent display of non-leadership in our history and quite possibly in human history.  We will be lucky of all we lose is the hundreds of millions of hi-tech weaponry now in the hands of the Taliban.  If we aren’t lucky, we’ll have perhaps thousands of American citizens held hostage for God knows what the Taliban will demand.  To be clear I wanted us out of Afghanistan to, but there were many ways to do it right but few if any ways worse than what is being executed, and of course the Taliban and Chinese Communist benefit while American citizens lose.

If you Biden supporter did not know this on November 4, then shame on you for not doing due diligence as a voter, and if you did know all of this on November 4, I invite you to leave and apply for citizenship elsewhere, go find another country you like instead of destroying this one.

Larry Wiwi

Obituary for John P. Kampf

JOHN P. KAMPF

John P. Kampf, 74, of Connnersville, passed away on August 25, 2021, surrounded by family and friends. John was born on May 13, 1947, and is the son of the late John W. Kampf and Elizabeth (Wedding) Allen. John Married Glenna Bentley in Coldwater, Michigan, and they were later blessed with three children.

John was a member of St. Gabriel Catholic church. He spent his career travelling the country as a truck driver for 47 years. When he wasn’t on the road, he loved working on cars and restoring old street rods.

Along with his wife, Glenna, John will be greatly missed by his two daughters, Anjanette (Gary Lore) Green, Nichole (Mason) Myers; a son, John M. Kampf; as well as a brother, Robert Kampf.

In addition to his parents, John was preceded in death by a brother, Donny Kampf; a sister, Judy Kampf; step-father, George Allen: and a nephew, Peter Farry.

In honoring John’s wishes, private services will be held at the convenience of his family. Online condolences may be made anytime at urbanwinklerfuneralhome.com.

Obituary for Samson Johnson Jr.

SAMSON JOHNSON JR.

Samson Johnson Jr. lost his battle with Alzheimer’s at his home, August 27, 2021. He was born June 29, 1933, to Samson and Myrtle Johnson in Jackson County, Kentucky.

He served in the United States Army during the Korean War, from July 2, 1953 to Jul 23, 1955.

 On July 6, 1956, he married Evelyn Grace Molen, and they shared life for 65 years.

He worked at a couple of factories, Stant and HH Robertsons for 36 years and then he worked as a mechanic at Plaza Lanes for 20 years.

He is survived by his wife, Evelyn Grace Johnson; two children, a daughter, Gaye Ann (David) Elison and a son, Randall Lee Johnson; six granddaughters, Ashley Gaines, Kelly (Michael) Cain, Molly (Joshua) Belk, Gracie Elison, Erica Hudson and Tamara Johnson; six great grandchildren, Grayson, Jalyn, Clementine, Trudy, Brookelyn and Bailey; one surviving brother, Carter (Pat) Johnson and a special nephew, Frank Davidson.

He was preceded in death by a daughter, Teresa Miller and two sisters, Ruth Githens and Ruby Carter.

He enjoyed wood-working, reading, western movies and most of all he loved being at Home.

Visitation for Samson will be held on Wednesday, September 8, 2021, from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. at Urban Winkler funeral home, Connersville. The funeral service will begin at 1 p.m. at the funeral home on Wednesday. Burial will follow in Dale Cemetery with Military honors provided by the Fayette County Honor Guard.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association .

To sign the online guestbook or to leave the family with a personal message visit www.urbanwinklerfuneralhome.com.