Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Mojo, Isabelle the cat, and I were discussing the latest news.
First of all, We celebrated the naming of Anne Sheehan as the new editor of the Georgetown and Waccamaw Times. Isabelle had done her usual thorough background check. (Mojo and I continue to be amazed at how far reaching her feline network is.)
The word from Isabelle’s contacts in New York, New Hampshire, Maine, Britain, and even Summerville confirm how fortunate we are to have Ms. Sheehan in our midst. She seems to understand that a community paper is like a trusted family doctor.
It keeps it’s fingers on the pulse of the community, ever ready to alert folks when needs arise. Just like a trusted family doctor, Ms Sheehan will “make house calls” to find out what is going on in the community. Le’t’s give her a big Welcome! Of course there will be tough times when she can’t seem to please anyone (to paraphrase Mark Twain, “Every now and then an innocent person is sentenced to be a newspaper editor.”).
However, this area is full of good hearted humans, canines and felines who will support her.
Secondly, Isabelle wondered if we had read Mr. Goggans’ op ed piece describing his positions as he seeks a seat on county council. Isabelle noted that we live in the district he is seeking to represent. Mojo and I had both read the piece and were impressed. Mr. Goggans made it clear that he will listen to his constituents. That is critical.
Our current councilman doesn’t seem to do much of that. Its also clear that Mr. Goggans will not spend time serving as an ideological lightning rod as the present councilman has become. (I don’t think that Mr. Goggans will be comparing the Common Core educational standards to training Hitler Youth, calling for oil drilling off Pawleys Island, or comparing early childhood education to baby sitting.)
Mr. Goggans will think and act strategically to improve the quality of life in our community.
Lastly, Mojo wondered if we could attend a Shag festival like those described in the paper. He and Isabelle have been practicing. I shared that perhaps they, Mary and I could make a foursome of it even though I still had a painful memory about the Shag. “Tell us.” Mojo asked. “Its always helpful to share painful memories with friends.” “It was way back in my military days. I was an infantry officer just returned from an Asian tour of duty.
My next assignment was training troops at Ft. Jackson in Columbia, SC. I had not had much of a social life for a year, so perked up when I saw an announcement about a dance at the Officer’s Club. The place was packed. Finally, I got the courage to ask a young lady to dance. She asked me if I knew how to Shag.
Being from landlocked Atlanta, I didn’t understand her. “No, I don’t think so.” “Well, I don’t want to dance with you.” “Ouch! That is painful. Feel better for sharing?” “No, not really, but thanks for listening,”
The Rev. Dr. Jim Watkins, Mojo and Isabelle