At least once each week I?walk from my office over to the Redwood County Courthouse for one reason or another.
As I enter the doors on the east side of the building I?often walk right over a particular section of sidewalk. While sidewalk, for the most part, is not much to look at, this one section always grabs my attention.
Why is that?
My name is there.
Yes, just a few steps from the door in large capital letters is the name “TROY.”
At least once each week I?walk from my office over to the Redwood County Courthouse for one reason or another. As I enter the doors on the east side of the building I?often walk right over a particular section of sidewalk. While sidewalk, for the most part, is not much to look at, this one section always grabs my attention. Why is that? My name is there. Yes, just a few steps from the door in large capital letters is the name “TROY.” Having passed over that with others from the courthouse or law enforcement center over the years, I?have taken my share of ribbing from those who ask me when it was that I?put my name in the still wet cement. I?want to be clear. It was not me. I have no idea when that cement was poured and did not leave my mark there. For those of you who may be doubting me, let me give you a couple fo reasons why it could not have been me. First of all, those who know me recognize a very important truth. If I?had written my name in that section of he sidewalk it would not have been that clear. I am willing to admit I?have the kind of penmanship that would make any English teacher shudder. If you have ever watched me take notes during a meeting or an interview, you likely have wondered what on earth I?have been writing down. (I?actually had an interviewee ask to read through my notes once, and I?just laughed knowing there was no way they were going to be able to decipher my notes.) Secondly, I?am left handed, and the way those letters were written obviously indicates the writing of a “righty.” I will admit the name “Troy”?is not as common as others, such as Jason or Chad (?I?know I?had at least three of each of these in my high school class), but it is not that uncommon. After all, there were three Troys in the Redwood Falls-Morton Class of 1991, too. … Speaking of writing, you may have noticed I?printed an incorrect phone number in a recent article about the family festival events in Walnut Grove. If you called the number for tickets to go to the Wilder pageant you likely were surprised to hear what was on the other end of the line. While my handwriting is bad, my typing is not much better, and quite often I?switch around letters – some form of finger dyslexia, I?guess. Apparently, that goes for phone numbers, too. While it is embarrassing for me to make any mistakes, you can imagine the kind of red-faced feeling I?received when I?found out the phone number I?had printed was for a sex line and one of the local ministers discovered it. I’m not sure if you can be punished eternally for causing a minister to sin, but I?am guessing this is about as close as one can get. … I want to remind you the annual Redwood County Relay For Life event starts Friday at Gilfillan. Activities begin around 7 p.m. that night and continue until Saturday morning. There are plenty of ways for you as a member of the public to take part in this event, but I?want to especially encourage you to be there at 7 p.m. for the opening ceremony. I?hope to see you there.