Danny Heldenbrand would be very interested.
The late Daviess County native, who served 18 years as a county commissioner, was interested in all things Daviess County. He was a GHS alum who took pride in farming and helping people before he suddenly passed away from a heart attack in 2011. Danny understood how many times
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You could see this coming.
I believe “blackmail” is the appropriate word. There’s a power play underway to squeeze more of our tax dollars to benefit the already wealthy.
Billionaire Stan Kroenke, who owns the St. Louis Rams professional football team, announced a partnership to put a privately financed, 80,000-seat stadium in the Los Angeles
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With windchill temperatures dipping below zero, it may seem odd to talk about baseball. But that’s one of the sport’s strengths – the promise of spring while in the grip of fierce winter. Another compelling thing about baseball is its history, woven into the fabric of our society.
With this one word, you immediately
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Before you make up your mind about the City of Gallatin taking control of the cupola and adjacent building on the east side of the business square, there is much to consider.
The catalyst for ownership change was private business.
The idea for city controlling the cupola building originated with Dean Hales. But, really, every
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Some talk around town has City Hall taking the lead in determining the future of the cupola building on North Main. That’s good!
City Hall taking charge of this problem property makes sense. We’ve got good people serving on the board. We should encourage our aldermen to take a leadership role to coordinate what’s to
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What do you think about whenever you walk or drive along the east side of the Gallatin square?
It’s hard to overlook the gaping hole in the middle of the block. The business buildings line up like teeth in a smile, and the “front tooth” that the fire took out infects the whole town. We’re
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It’s been a very, very stressful week.
Literally minutes after finishing up pages to send to the imagesetter and before the press actually got rolling on last week’s edition, priorities changed. We were physically stunned by the news. While standing in confusion and cradled in a hurting grandmother’s arms, a telephone call confirmed the unthinkable.
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I noticed that the Chillicothe Beauty Academy is bringing back the $5 haircut, at least for a limited time as promoted in this week’s Ad Zone Christmas Express edition. I should go. Don’t ask me “How ya doin’?” unless you really want to know. I need a haircut. Bad.
Whenever I need a haircut,
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Yesterday I felt so selfish. Of all the blessings for which I should be thankful, I admit being most thankful when the electrician showed up.
Nearly 30 people spend all or part of their work life here at GPCink making all sorts of things happen on deadline. We’ve got various “Plan B” contingencies in place,
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I never thought I’d say this, but I’m tired of BLTs. I write this with some trepidation.
My wife never saw a tomato she didn’t like. She’s a Tomato-head… a tomatoholic. I can’t hold it against her. She’s her father’s daughter — I never met a man more partial to tomatoes (unless corn on the
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I could reminisce here about Kristen Ellis, a Gallatin gal who must feel on top of the world today. I could mention her wearing the Red & Black while playing third base for the Bulldog softball team. I still can hear in memory’s ear her sweet voice filling the auditorium singing before the judges at
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There’s more to the story about the building located at the 4-way stop, owned by Spence and Judy Elbert, now undergoing a facelift. Local historian David Stark reminded me of the bank robbery that occurred there during the Roarin’ Twenties.
On Nov. 23, 1922, six armed men robbed the First National Bank of Gallatin, then
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My dad had a big hand in raising us kids.
Let me explain.
I grew up in the B.C. age (before computers). All things were much simpler then. Today we wonder what is child abuse and what is not. Back then there was no ambiguity on Dad’s part. Spanking was not his only means of
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Progress and change are evident in Gallatin.
After staring at fire-charred debris for six months, the now vacant lot on the east side of the square is (finally) cleaned up. Property owners ponied up thousands of dollars to improve the eyesore this past week and the word on the street is encouraging.
Julie Reynolds says
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Time moves on. We are given reminders, constantly.
The other night I stumbled onto one of those half-hour infomercials on late night television and found myself watching the whole thing. It hawked a complete set of “The Ed Sullivan Show” episodes, “yours for just five easy payments.” I wasn’t tempted. But I did get a
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Remember that TV commercial now in distant past, where one of the two ol’ ladies standing in line at a hamburger joint looked down, holding mostly a bun, and blared: “Where’s the beef?”
Sometimes life’s like that. Sometimes you can spend a lot of time working on something you think you can sink your teeth
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On a personal level, what does Labor Day mean to you? Maybe the holiday just slipped past so fast you didn’t give it much thought.
Most of us just want a paying job that has a little wiggle room in order to make a little more money. Many throughout Northwest Missouri are underemployed, and the
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Dear Little Emmy,
Welcome to the world! Your arrival Friday came earlier than the doctors predicted. I like that. Perhaps you already know not to depend on the “experts” for such things, especially those things that are really just between you and God. We’re experts at making noise here. Never allow anything here on this
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Troy Lesan is a person you should know. Troy regularly contributes articles for publication in the monthly editions of the Lake Viking News. In the latest issue, Troy writes about neighbor Jeff Hower who has an unusual hobby: shooting anvils.
This is an old timey art form. Back in the day many events closed with
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The nearest Hobby Lobby is at St. Joseph, almost 50 miles away. There are 11 stores within a 100 miles of Gallatin. But that distance melted away when the U.S. Supreme Court struck down the Obama administration’s mandate to require private companies to provide contraceptives to employees.
Have you paid attention to the Hobby Lobby
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Probably not, unless someone steps forward immediately and in a commanding manner. Time to organize properly grows short. And perhaps too many people simply don’t care anymore.
The first modern Chautauqua stage in Gallatin was set in 1986. The festival was an expansion of the popular Lions Club Flea Market. The previous year over 130
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Once upon a time a man chose to quarry rock for his livelihood. This was a small family-owned operation miles from the nearest town (which was hardly a town at all, numbering less than 200 souls). The nearest neighbor to the rock quarry was unaffected by the occasional dynamite blasting, blasting rock being a necessary
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One of our drivers is gone from work for a few weeks. Suddenly who drives what is taking a higher priority in decisions to be made around this office. Driving has always commanded my attention, it seems, even during times when I unwittingly took the privilege for granted.
My first real job was driving dump
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Sunday is Father’s Day. I dunno why, but from all the blessings and memories I cherish from my father, I sit thinking about the only time I remember seeing Dad actually cry.
I’d borrowed his small black and white photograph of the Navy repair ship. The ship was Dad’s “home” in the Pacific Theater during
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Liz and I know quite a bit about the “empty nest.” But there’s more laughter at our house since we acquired a new puppy this past week.
We chose to grieve a few months after we were forced to put Laddie, our little Sheltie, down last winter. As a practical matter, it’s much easier to
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