Today's Feature
SENATE BIDS
FAREWELL TO
SEN. MARVIN SINGLETON AND WELCOMES GARY NODLER.
A special reception was held at
the State Capitol in Jefferson City bidding
farewell to Sen. Marvin Singleton, R-Seneca, and
welcoming Gary Nodler who will begin representing
the 32nd District in January. The Senate met on
Wednesday and Thursday for its regular Veto
Session.
"The reception was a great
way for Gary to meet the Senators and staff
members that he will be working with in the next
four years," said Sen. Singleton.
Sen. Singleton endorsed Gary
Nodler in his Senate race. Nodler, successfully
defeated three opponents in the August primaries,
and faces no opposition in the November election.
Nodler is a native of Neosho and now lives in
Joplin. He is a 1968 graduate of Neosho High
School, attended Crowder College for two years
and graduated from Missouri Southern State
College in 1972 with a BA in political science.
He joined the staff of Congressman Gene Taylor in
1973 and served as Taylors district staff
director until the Congressman retired in 1988.
Sen. Singleton was elected to
the Senate in a special election in 1990, and
went on to win re-election later that year, and
again in 1994 and 1998. Due to term limits he
could not seek re-election this year.
"It has been an honor and
a privilege to represent the people of the 32nd District for
the last 12 years," Sen. Singleton said.
"I am grateful to have had the opportunity
to serve as their voice in Jefferson City."
"I believe Gary Nodler
will carry on the issues I have fought for over
the last 12 years," said Sen. Singleton.
" I believe he will continue to fight for
our area colleges, health care, elementary and
secondary education and property taxes."
letter
from ma.
"Are you
the one? Are you the one who passed by me at the
bus stop and didnt speak to me?"
One of the television stations
in our area runs commercials showing a child
asking this question. The premise is, they say,
that if adults speak to kids, they, the children,
will have more confidence and feel an important
part of the community.
Maybe Im not friendly
enough to youngsters, I decided. Maybe I should
change my ways.
And so when I noticed the cute,
dark-haired little girl, probably around six
years old, in the pickle aisle at the
supermarket, I thought Id speak to her and
make a difference in her life, like the
commercial said.
"Hello-oh," I used my
most syrupy voice.
A terrified look came over the
childs face. Wide-eyed, she turned and fled
down the aisle to her mother, who clasped the
little girl to her bosom as if to protect her
from an ogre like me.
She regarded me coldly.
"We dont speak to strangers."
"Oh. Thats
right," I stammered. "Children
arent supposed to speak to strangers, are
they?"
I slunk back down the aisle,
making my getaway before being arrested for
stalking a child.
However, undaunted, I spoke to
a kindergarten boy after Sunday School the next
week, using a different tone.
"Hi there, Buster. How ya
doing?"
He startled me when he bared
his baby teeth, growled like a dog, and barked an
"arf!" at me before disappearing around
a corner.
Apparently my new approach
wouldnt work either.
Pa had his turn with a
three-year-old boy who, as he wandered in his
cowboy boots among adult legs during coffee-time
at church, frequently relieved his boredom by
kicking shins. Cringing adults with coffee spilt
down their Sunday clothes gritted their teeth and
refrained from hitting the miniature culprit. He
got away with his fun until Pa spoke to him and
immediately became the kids target.
Pa, who was sitting, saw the
boot-clad foot coming and grabbed it before the
boy could land a strike on his shin. The
hollering as the kid jumped up and down on one
foot could be heard a block away at the Baptist
church. The suddenly doting mother rushed to his
rescue and fixed a scathing stare on Pa.
Pa, his face a deep scarlet,
dropped the offending foot and stuttered an
attempt to justify his actions. The angry mother
whipped around, grabbed the boy by the hand, and
dragged him out the door.
We have talked it over, Pa and
I, and we have decided from now on, maybe we
should just smile at children, and, perhaps, wear
shin guards.
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