Dinners, devils and DJ

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Every once in a while we do some scattershooting here and this week it is that time again. With so much going on in our little corner of the world there is just no way to talk about just one. With everything from a straw poll to tornado recovery and acts of random kindness to stupid criminals, let the roller coaster begin.
The New Boston Chamber of Commerce is a beehive of activity with the annual banquet and chili supper/straw poll both on the calendar next week. Sue and Nancy and Darla and all the rest will be hopping around like bunnies with baskets full of eggs getting ready for these two events and I know that they will both be top class. The banquet will play host to display tables from Chamber businesses with prizes to be won and tokens of appreciation to be handed out. It really is a great event and one worth the time. 
The straw poll is the place to be if you want to meet all of the candidates for local offices and hear them speak on the issues. Plus, the good folks of the New Boston VFD will be cooking up some of the best chili you ever had. Hard to beat the combination of a great bowl of chili and a political forum. 
Now, how about a shoutout to all the good people of DeKalb for the class act way they have handled being hit by another tornado. I was talking with Scotty and Maria Tidwell last week at the Heritage Hospice lunch at Ponderosa, and talking to them you would think that the tornado was nothing more than a pothole in the road. This is a couple that had their home ripped apart by the twister as it crossed Hwy. 82, but they weren’t despondent or all “woe is me” about the situation. In fact, they were upbeat about it and thankful that they were not home when the twister came through.
Going around town, the sentiment is pretty much the same from everyone else that suffered damage.
Talking to some people last week, I was reminded of the TV commercial that came out a couple of years ago that talked about the farmer. It was a Paul Harvey monologue from way back and in it there was a bit that said, “God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!”
Everyone in DeKalb is not a farmer, but they all have this kind of resilience.
Then, there was the lady who saw a friend in need and refused to let him stay in that need. She went out of her way to take care of him, bless him, and show him the brand of kindness that few ever have, and the man’s outlook was changed forever. It would do me no good to name the lady here, she knows who she is, and if she reads this, I hope she knows I am talking about her. Perhaps many will read this and think it is them. How cool would that be if there were so many random acts of kindness going on around us that many would think I am writing about them? That would be too cool.
And then, there are the stupid people. 
A few years ago a fellow came through town and introduced himself to me. He said all of the right things and made all of the right comments, and for a while, lived up to his statements. But after a while, the shadows of dishonesty began to appear. People warned me, but I ignored them and gave this guy the chance to prove himself. Instead, the naysayers were proven to be right, and soon, the fellow moved along. He moved along to pull his tricks in another place, and then another, and then another.
You could say he was the stupid one, or maybe it was me.
Finally, this week is the anniversary of the passing of a giant that once lived among us. In fact, as I pen this on Monday morning, it was two years ago today. My friend DJ Wood was one of a kind. He was a saint and a sinner like no other and as he frolics around up in Heaven today he is no doubt telling stories about DeKalb or singing in Heaven’s choir. I can hear him right now callin’ our friend Jana, “Gertrude.” Just as clearly I can see him and Larel up there in Heaven tellin’ stories like they once did day in and day out at the furniture store or next door at Jody’s Flowers. I miss then both so much but smile as I think about DJ standing at the throne of God trying to talk Him into to making overalls the official uniform of Heaven.
Someday we will see them again, and DJ was pretty persuasive, so we better all get us a pair of overalls.

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