I like things to make sense - to have some logic, some consistency. I get cross when confronted with something that defies my own limited sense of order. Since so much of what we experience this time of year has a Christmassy feel to it, (a blizzard is means we’re going to have “a white Christmas”; many conversations comment about getting your Christmas shopping done - I haven’t it). To be consistent I thought I would stay on task (seems logical) and talk about Christmas music.
Everyone has their favorites (mine includes anything from “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” by Vince Guaraldi), and most everyone has their least favorite (the list gets longer as Christmas approaches).
One song I hear with too much frequency is “My Favorite Things,” from the “Sound of Music.’ I like the move and I like the song, but I contend it is not a Christmas song. I have had this conversation with anyone who will not walk away from me when I bring it up (the list gets shorter as Christmas approaches).
Sometimes the conversation turns into an argument with me defending my position from those who haven’t thought about this enough.
“Charlie Brown? Are you serious?”
“Who made me you the Christmas song sheriff?
Well, first of all, the songs from “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” are different – the cartoon actually was a Christmas show. And secondly, remember this column is just about me sharing my opinion (you are welcome to share yours even if it’s wrong).
Now let’s examine the lyrics together and see if you don’t agree (my comments are added):
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; (roses are covered with snow, kittens don’t make great gifts).
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens; (are we boiling water for a Christmas tea? Mittens are wintery – so maybe that verse works).
Brown paper packages tied up with strings; (Christmas gifts delivered to your door, or just a poor wrapping job?).
These are a few of my favorite things. (the song title).
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels; (ponies don’t make great gifts either, and is apple strudel, crisp or otherwise, a holiday traditon in your house?).
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles; (doorbells – now who’s here? Sleighbells are jingle bells so that works. Schnitzel is an Austrian fried meat dish which is sure to upset your holiday vegan guests).
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings; (the geese are flying south – you know what that means, Christmas is just around the corner).
These are a few of my favorite things. (So we heard).
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes; (are these girls going to a holiday party? If so, white is out of season and blue sashes,satin or otherwise, are so 1938).
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes; (OK, this and the next verse are certainly seasonal with the images they create).
Silver-white winters that melt into springs; (It sounds more like April than December).
These are a few of my favorite things. (Thank you, I get it).
When the dog bites, (I’ve been bitten by a dog, and although it hurt it did not put me in the Christmas spirit).
When the bee stings, (Who gets stung by a bee this time of year?).
When I'm feeling sad, (Many people get depressed at Christmas time, so this verse is timely).
I simply remember my favorite things, (Not getting what you want for Christmas – that can make anyone sad).
And then I don't feel so bad. (I do when I hear this song at Christmas).
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Gift Idea
Every Christmas most of us struggle with the same problem: what to buy for the person who seems to have everything or they don’t want anything. The good news is I believe I have discovered the perfect gift (to give, but not necessarily to receive). lawn ornaments. Now before you throw the idea out like a cheap pink flamingo please allow me to regale you with the benefits.
This idea occurred to me as I traveled from town to town. Many yards and lawns had displays that could not be defined by any theme. Along side a purple dragonfly would be a plywood cut-out of a woman in a red polka-dot dress proudly displaying her back-side as she tended the flowers.
What makes lawn ornaments such a great gift is that it leaves everyone off the hook –the receiver can love it or not, it doesn’t matter; you tried, and you had fun making your selection. If the recipient doesn’t like it they can hide it under a bush or re-gift it and plead ignorance as to its whereabouts. Of course, they may really be fond of it and display it prominently. Again, it doesn’t matter.
This category can include anything to enhance the yard of those on your gift list. Obviously this is not for children, kids don’t want that junk, get them some toys, books, mittens; it’s for the adults – homeowners. The possibilities are vast and varied which means that it is entirely likely that your gift will be unique, if not despised.
I suggest you avoid purchasing birdfeeders or bird baths. These require maintenance (filling and cleaning), so if the recipient wasn’t mad at you initially they will be. I’m thinking more along the lines of something you can put outside and forget it.
I am sure you will find something that fits your taste and budget. I have seen yard gnomes, frogs, elves, dogs, fairies and heard enough wind chimes to have a pretty good idea what’s available. Of course for the real crafty you can make your own decorations, using everyday household junk and recyclable material. These seem to be highly collectable/collectible (either spelling is correct) as they can be found everywhere.
There are, of course, commercially available gifts in the outdoor category. I was at one home that had a park bench with a life-size bronze Mark Twain reading Huck Finn right there in their yard - very classy.
My favorite frog “sculpture,” was a grouping of three. One was reading a book (The Frog Prince?), another was enjoying a cup of tea, and the third one was daydreaming or merely reflecting on the day. I took a picture. I think frogs are better choices than toads – unless you are trying to send a different message with your gift.
If you’re lucky, you may even inspire someone to start a collection; because once you get a collection started you’re home free. From there on in anything remotely connected to the theme is acceptable. I tried to get my wife, Rhonda, to embrace the idea of collecting ornamental chickens. As she already had the real, live kind I thought it was the perfect coop compliment. Many of my chicken gifts have found homes among the shrubbery hidden from neighbors who may otherwise covet them.
Several years ago one of our friends gave us a large, metal sculpture shaped like a pineapple, the symbol of hospitality, as a gift. I didn’t want people to get the wrong idea so I hid it under a bush. However, I am sure it was a thoughtful and expensive gift.
This idea occurred to me as I traveled from town to town. Many yards and lawns had displays that could not be defined by any theme. Along side a purple dragonfly would be a plywood cut-out of a woman in a red polka-dot dress proudly displaying her back-side as she tended the flowers.
What makes lawn ornaments such a great gift is that it leaves everyone off the hook –the receiver can love it or not, it doesn’t matter; you tried, and you had fun making your selection. If the recipient doesn’t like it they can hide it under a bush or re-gift it and plead ignorance as to its whereabouts. Of course, they may really be fond of it and display it prominently. Again, it doesn’t matter.
This category can include anything to enhance the yard of those on your gift list. Obviously this is not for children, kids don’t want that junk, get them some toys, books, mittens; it’s for the adults – homeowners. The possibilities are vast and varied which means that it is entirely likely that your gift will be unique, if not despised.
I suggest you avoid purchasing birdfeeders or bird baths. These require maintenance (filling and cleaning), so if the recipient wasn’t mad at you initially they will be. I’m thinking more along the lines of something you can put outside and forget it.
I am sure you will find something that fits your taste and budget. I have seen yard gnomes, frogs, elves, dogs, fairies and heard enough wind chimes to have a pretty good idea what’s available. Of course for the real crafty you can make your own decorations, using everyday household junk and recyclable material. These seem to be highly collectable/collectible (either spelling is correct) as they can be found everywhere.
There are, of course, commercially available gifts in the outdoor category. I was at one home that had a park bench with a life-size bronze Mark Twain reading Huck Finn right there in their yard - very classy.
My favorite frog “sculpture,” was a grouping of three. One was reading a book (The Frog Prince?), another was enjoying a cup of tea, and the third one was daydreaming or merely reflecting on the day. I took a picture. I think frogs are better choices than toads – unless you are trying to send a different message with your gift.
If you’re lucky, you may even inspire someone to start a collection; because once you get a collection started you’re home free. From there on in anything remotely connected to the theme is acceptable. I tried to get my wife, Rhonda, to embrace the idea of collecting ornamental chickens. As she already had the real, live kind I thought it was the perfect coop compliment. Many of my chicken gifts have found homes among the shrubbery hidden from neighbors who may otherwise covet them.
Several years ago one of our friends gave us a large, metal sculpture shaped like a pineapple, the symbol of hospitality, as a gift. I didn’t want people to get the wrong idea so I hid it under a bush. However, I am sure it was a thoughtful and expensive gift.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tort or Tart
Tort Reform is a subject not easily handled in a short newspaper column by a non-expert. So sue me.
Tort reform, among other things, may restrict the type of lawsuits filed, the amount of the award, and may require the accusing party to pay for the legal fees of the defending party if the accuser loses.
A tort is a wrongful act or an infringement of a non-contractual right leading to legal liability. A tort should not be confused with the word tart which has several different meanings: sharp in taste, a cutting or sarcastic remark, a pastry, or a promiscuous woman. If you called your waitress a tart because she served you a sour lemon dessert which caused you to pucker painfully, both of you may be guilty of a tort.
But this is neither a food nor a legal advice column. It’s more of a “what I think about that,” column.
I try and resist the temptation of the easy buck through litigation, but sometimes it’s hard to avoid. This summer while knocking on doors in vain (or was it vainly knocking on doors?), I walked up a flight of steps from the sidewalk to get to the front door of a house. On the top step was a skateboard just waiting to launch me, an unwary traveler, into space. I laughed out loud while I looked for the hidden camera.
Once I had finished my business with the front door I wisely avoided the skateboard/concrete stairs combination and cut through the yard to the next house. I normally try and “stay off the grass,” but I thought trespassing was a better choice than breaking my … tailbone.
Recently I have had several opportunities to join a class-action lawsuit club. This is where a group of people, who supposedly share a common grievance, get together and sue whoever they think is responsible for the perceived wrong they have received.
Sometimes it’s about an investment I don’t ever remember making, other times it’s an advertisement wanting me to consider whether asbestos may have impaired my health. I’m not sure if I have ever come in contact with asbestos. It’s best not to think about it, but I lay awake at night wondering about it. This lack of sleep is affecting my health. I may have to seek legal counsel and sue the TV network, the ad agency, and the law firm who are all making me paranoid.
Many times statements are made in commercials to entice people to buy a product, or at least provide some separation between similar products. Consider M&M’s for a moment. They claim that their candy “melts in your mouth, not in your hand.” Well that’s not true; I’ve tried it. If you hold them long enough in a tight fist they’ll melt. But really, is it something to sue the candy man over?
Are Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes “Great,” as Tony would have us believe? Those delicious corn flakes with the sugary layer on top are occasionally part of my balanced breakfast. But are they great? Hardly, they’re just pretty good. In fact, I can think of many other cereals I like much better, but that’s another column.
One ad informed me I may be entitled to benefits if I had purchased a certain brand of razor five or six years ago. It seems the guilty razor company stretched the truth as they stretched your whiskers when they claimed their razor could give you a shave so close that strange women would want to touch your face.
Maybe tart reform is the real issue here.
Tort reform, among other things, may restrict the type of lawsuits filed, the amount of the award, and may require the accusing party to pay for the legal fees of the defending party if the accuser loses.
A tort is a wrongful act or an infringement of a non-contractual right leading to legal liability. A tort should not be confused with the word tart which has several different meanings: sharp in taste, a cutting or sarcastic remark, a pastry, or a promiscuous woman. If you called your waitress a tart because she served you a sour lemon dessert which caused you to pucker painfully, both of you may be guilty of a tort.
But this is neither a food nor a legal advice column. It’s more of a “what I think about that,” column.
I try and resist the temptation of the easy buck through litigation, but sometimes it’s hard to avoid. This summer while knocking on doors in vain (or was it vainly knocking on doors?), I walked up a flight of steps from the sidewalk to get to the front door of a house. On the top step was a skateboard just waiting to launch me, an unwary traveler, into space. I laughed out loud while I looked for the hidden camera.
Once I had finished my business with the front door I wisely avoided the skateboard/concrete stairs combination and cut through the yard to the next house. I normally try and “stay off the grass,” but I thought trespassing was a better choice than breaking my … tailbone.
Recently I have had several opportunities to join a class-action lawsuit club. This is where a group of people, who supposedly share a common grievance, get together and sue whoever they think is responsible for the perceived wrong they have received.
Sometimes it’s about an investment I don’t ever remember making, other times it’s an advertisement wanting me to consider whether asbestos may have impaired my health. I’m not sure if I have ever come in contact with asbestos. It’s best not to think about it, but I lay awake at night wondering about it. This lack of sleep is affecting my health. I may have to seek legal counsel and sue the TV network, the ad agency, and the law firm who are all making me paranoid.
Many times statements are made in commercials to entice people to buy a product, or at least provide some separation between similar products. Consider M&M’s for a moment. They claim that their candy “melts in your mouth, not in your hand.” Well that’s not true; I’ve tried it. If you hold them long enough in a tight fist they’ll melt. But really, is it something to sue the candy man over?
Are Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes “Great,” as Tony would have us believe? Those delicious corn flakes with the sugary layer on top are occasionally part of my balanced breakfast. But are they great? Hardly, they’re just pretty good. In fact, I can think of many other cereals I like much better, but that’s another column.
One ad informed me I may be entitled to benefits if I had purchased a certain brand of razor five or six years ago. It seems the guilty razor company stretched the truth as they stretched your whiskers when they claimed their razor could give you a shave so close that strange women would want to touch your face.
Maybe tart reform is the real issue here.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Pursuing Happiness
Hi there. It’s nice to be back in the paper as a writer instead of one running for office.
If you’re wondering where I’ve been then my 512 vote deficit makes more sense than ever.
In May I told you I was taking a break from writing to chase another dream. For some time I have wanted to throw my hat into the ring for elected office. The hat didn’t fit and I lost. But as my brother Dan reminded me, I gained a lot. One of those things is an almost endless supply of stories. So watch this space for complete details.
This desire to run for office is/was (I’m not sure yet) part of my pursuit of happiness. It’s not that I am unhappy, or that I haven’t found happiness. My wife, Rhonda, says it’s because I am not content. I disagree. For me being content means learning, growing and experiencing new things. Life offers so many opportunities, so many choices, that to find what you are looking for means you may have to take a road less traveled from time to time.
When I was in college I was involved in student government. I liked that experience so much that I wanted to do something similar after I graduated. But as timing is everything, I chose to wait. First came love, then came marriage, then came two babies in a baby carriage(s). It occurred to me sometime during this period that I had certain responsibilities that must be fulfilled: I was a young husband, Dad to two children and the provider. Plus, I was at peace, so I decided to wait. Thirty years can fly by pretty fast.
While I waited I discovered more pressing matters that needed my attention. I changed diapers (three times), gave baths, tucked my kids in at night, read bedtime stories, made up stories, played make-believe, went to the library, went to the zoo, played games, camped, went to plays, recitals, school sports, laughed, wrestled, watched kids shows, swam, had picnics and bonfires, celebrated twenty-seven years of marriage, tended to the needs of parents as they aged, and watched my kids grow up.
Some things are worth waiting around for.
So now I am faced with a dream that has been dashed. I have gone through the five stages of losing an election:
Denial. “Now let’s just wait until all the votes have been counted.”
Anger. “Fine, I didn’t want it anyway.”
Bargaining. “Perhaps there has been some mistake, maybe if I ask for a recount.”
Depression. “I’ll be in my room covered with heavy blankets.”
Acceptance. “Fine, I didn’t want it anyway.”
When I was out campaigning people would answer the door with a variety of greetings. “Dad, it’s a politician.” (politician? I hate that word.) “Tell him I also I like to write,” I would yell through the screen door. One time a young woman answered the door, “Make it quick. I’m giving my baby a bath.” “Run,” I said as I threw a brochure at her (like I need that on my conscience). And the one that always threw me off my game, “What do you need?” “Umm, I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said. “I really don’t need anything.”
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards wrote:
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes you might find
you get what you need.
In losing this election I may find that although I didn’t get what I want, I got what I need. I lost by 512 votes. But I’m happy writing 600 words.
If you’re wondering where I’ve been then my 512 vote deficit makes more sense than ever.
In May I told you I was taking a break from writing to chase another dream. For some time I have wanted to throw my hat into the ring for elected office. The hat didn’t fit and I lost. But as my brother Dan reminded me, I gained a lot. One of those things is an almost endless supply of stories. So watch this space for complete details.
This desire to run for office is/was (I’m not sure yet) part of my pursuit of happiness. It’s not that I am unhappy, or that I haven’t found happiness. My wife, Rhonda, says it’s because I am not content. I disagree. For me being content means learning, growing and experiencing new things. Life offers so many opportunities, so many choices, that to find what you are looking for means you may have to take a road less traveled from time to time.
When I was in college I was involved in student government. I liked that experience so much that I wanted to do something similar after I graduated. But as timing is everything, I chose to wait. First came love, then came marriage, then came two babies in a baby carriage(s). It occurred to me sometime during this period that I had certain responsibilities that must be fulfilled: I was a young husband, Dad to two children and the provider. Plus, I was at peace, so I decided to wait. Thirty years can fly by pretty fast.
While I waited I discovered more pressing matters that needed my attention. I changed diapers (three times), gave baths, tucked my kids in at night, read bedtime stories, made up stories, played make-believe, went to the library, went to the zoo, played games, camped, went to plays, recitals, school sports, laughed, wrestled, watched kids shows, swam, had picnics and bonfires, celebrated twenty-seven years of marriage, tended to the needs of parents as they aged, and watched my kids grow up.
Some things are worth waiting around for.
So now I am faced with a dream that has been dashed. I have gone through the five stages of losing an election:
Denial. “Now let’s just wait until all the votes have been counted.”
Anger. “Fine, I didn’t want it anyway.”
Bargaining. “Perhaps there has been some mistake, maybe if I ask for a recount.”
Depression. “I’ll be in my room covered with heavy blankets.”
Acceptance. “Fine, I didn’t want it anyway.”
When I was out campaigning people would answer the door with a variety of greetings. “Dad, it’s a politician.” (politician? I hate that word.) “Tell him I also I like to write,” I would yell through the screen door. One time a young woman answered the door, “Make it quick. I’m giving my baby a bath.” “Run,” I said as I threw a brochure at her (like I need that on my conscience). And the one that always threw me off my game, “What do you need?” “Umm, I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said. “I really don’t need anything.”
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards wrote:
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes you might find
you get what you need.
In losing this election I may find that although I didn’t get what I want, I got what I need. I lost by 512 votes. But I’m happy writing 600 words.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Belle Plaine Rotary
This week I was invited (or maybe I invited myself and they were too polite to say no), to speak to the Rotary club in Belle Plaine. I had a lot of fun., and the food was fantastic. Some of the same people who were members when my Dad was a Rotarian are still there.
Thomas Wolfe wrote, "you can't go home again." Going back home is never the same, but many of the same faces and feelings are still there. I think you can go home again - you just have to be ready for some changes.
Speaking of which (how's that for a shameless transition?), people ask me what kind of changes I would implement if elected. I am not as interested in changing things as I am in improving them. Our roads could be better, we could strengthen our law enforcement with more officers and patrol cars, and we could be better stewards of the citizen's tax dollars.
I plan on picking up my yard signs in a day or two, please let me know if you would like one (it would be better if you lived in the district). Thanks for your help, Jerry
Thomas Wolfe wrote, "you can't go home again." Going back home is never the same, but many of the same faces and feelings are still there. I think you can go home again - you just have to be ready for some changes.
Speaking of which (how's that for a shameless transition?), people ask me what kind of changes I would implement if elected. I am not as interested in changing things as I am in improving them. Our roads could be better, we could strengthen our law enforcement with more officers and patrol cars, and we could be better stewards of the citizen's tax dollars.
I plan on picking up my yard signs in a day or two, please let me know if you would like one (it would be better if you lived in the district). Thanks for your help, Jerry
Thursday, June 10, 2010
On the trail
Hi, today I was in New Prague where I met with some folks who work at City Hall. One of the reason’s New Prague is such a cool town is that the people who take care of the town’s business really care about their town. Combine that with a fabulous school system and it's easy to see why New Prague stands out as a place where people want to live. I want to help build their tax base with commercial activity by making it a desirable place to bring business where jobs can be created.
After I spent some time at City Hall I went to the golf course in town where I spoke to the Rotary club. They were a very polite group – they laughed at all the right parts. Plus, I had a nice lunch and was serenaded with a song.
Today I ordered some campaign literature, so soon I may be knocking on your door and handing some reading material. For those of you who live in district one please let me know if you would agree to have a sign in your yard.
In summary, I don’t think it felt very summery today. Thanks for your help – remember to have fun.
After I spent some time at City Hall I went to the golf course in town where I spoke to the Rotary club. They were a very polite group – they laughed at all the right parts. Plus, I had a nice lunch and was serenaded with a song.
Today I ordered some campaign literature, so soon I may be knocking on your door and handing some reading material. For those of you who live in district one please let me know if you would agree to have a sign in your yard.
In summary, I don’t think it felt very summery today. Thanks for your help – remember to have fun.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Announcement
PRESS RELEASE
Jerry Kucera has announced that he will run for Scott County Commissioner against incumbent Joe Wagner and Joe Thill.
“Because I’m not your average Joe I believe I can bring a fresh perspective to the County Board,” said Jerry.
Jerry and his wife Rhonda live on a hobby farm in Sand Creek Township. Rhonda is a substitute teacher in the Jordan school district. Their daughter, Jennifer, is a kindergarten teacher in New Prague, and their son, Nathan, will be student teaching in Jordan and Belle Plaine this fall.
Jerry was born and raised in Belle Plaine, graduating from high school there in 1977. He received a degree in Speech Communication from St. Cloud State University where he also studied Political Science and History. He has been a State Farm Insurance agent in Shakopee since 1985.
“My 25 years of experience helping people protect their resources and preserve their income allows me to serve the citizens of this county with those same goals. Our elected representatives must be responsible stewards of the citizen’s money. A big challenge facing local governments is how to maintain a current level of service with less tax revenue.”
“One new program I’m really exited about is FISH (Families and Individuals Sharing Hope). This cooperative effort between county human services, charitable and non-profit organizations may seem like a new way for government to do business, but it actually reminds me of the old way of doing things: people helping one another without relying solely on the government.
“SCALE (Scott County Association for Leadership and Efficiency) is another example of how building relationships can have a positive effect. SCALE is made up of county, city, school and townships officials as well as those from the Shakopee Mdewakanton Sioux Community. I agree that by working together and sharing resources we can be more efficient and reduce costs. With the success of FISH and SCALE I’m anxious to see if we can establish a FIN or GILL program.”
“Several years ago I helped lead a group of citizens committed to protecting Scott County. A New York corporation wanted to build an amphitheater here and we were able to stop them. We did this by adopting an attitude of working with “city hall” instead of fighting them. This was accomplished by building associations with representatives from all levels of government (local, state and federal), as well as civic groups, and the people who call Scott County home.”
“I can use my communication skills (listening first, then speaking), and my ability to establish relationships with people from a variety of groups and perspectives to serve the people of Scott County.”
“I want to give back to the people of District 1 by representing them at the county board. I live in the middle of the district and my office is within 4 blocks of the County Government center. These locations, combined with an adjustable work schedule will assure that the citizens of this district will have full representation in county government. With their support, I will work to make sure that Scott County continues to be a wonderful place to live and work for generations.”
Jerry Kucera has announced that he will run for Scott County Commissioner against incumbent Joe Wagner and Joe Thill.
“Because I’m not your average Joe I believe I can bring a fresh perspective to the County Board,” said Jerry.
Jerry and his wife Rhonda live on a hobby farm in Sand Creek Township. Rhonda is a substitute teacher in the Jordan school district. Their daughter, Jennifer, is a kindergarten teacher in New Prague, and their son, Nathan, will be student teaching in Jordan and Belle Plaine this fall.
Jerry was born and raised in Belle Plaine, graduating from high school there in 1977. He received a degree in Speech Communication from St. Cloud State University where he also studied Political Science and History. He has been a State Farm Insurance agent in Shakopee since 1985.
“My 25 years of experience helping people protect their resources and preserve their income allows me to serve the citizens of this county with those same goals. Our elected representatives must be responsible stewards of the citizen’s money. A big challenge facing local governments is how to maintain a current level of service with less tax revenue.”
“One new program I’m really exited about is FISH (Families and Individuals Sharing Hope). This cooperative effort between county human services, charitable and non-profit organizations may seem like a new way for government to do business, but it actually reminds me of the old way of doing things: people helping one another without relying solely on the government.
“SCALE (Scott County Association for Leadership and Efficiency) is another example of how building relationships can have a positive effect. SCALE is made up of county, city, school and townships officials as well as those from the Shakopee Mdewakanton Sioux Community. I agree that by working together and sharing resources we can be more efficient and reduce costs. With the success of FISH and SCALE I’m anxious to see if we can establish a FIN or GILL program.”
“Several years ago I helped lead a group of citizens committed to protecting Scott County. A New York corporation wanted to build an amphitheater here and we were able to stop them. We did this by adopting an attitude of working with “city hall” instead of fighting them. This was accomplished by building associations with representatives from all levels of government (local, state and federal), as well as civic groups, and the people who call Scott County home.”
“I can use my communication skills (listening first, then speaking), and my ability to establish relationships with people from a variety of groups and perspectives to serve the people of Scott County.”
“I want to give back to the people of District 1 by representing them at the county board. I live in the middle of the district and my office is within 4 blocks of the County Government center. These locations, combined with an adjustable work schedule will assure that the citizens of this district will have full representation in county government. With their support, I will work to make sure that Scott County continues to be a wonderful place to live and work for generations.”
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