Opinion

Another Kids’ fishing Day is in the books at Roaring River State Park, and it was a beautiful one! The birdsa were singing, the flies were skipping across the water and my third cousin found a new home on the wall of a family from Joplin! He’s not the singing and dancing kind of fish, but he will sure look fine as ever as long as he gets a good taxidermist. But enough about him; kudos to all volunteers and staff involved in Kids’ Fishing Day. A lot has to happen to allow so many to fish for free, and we salute those who help teach and make the day happen.

It’s one of those weeks and weekends where I had inspiration for a column this week, but news has happened and the story I was going to write about didn’t make it in this week. It’s Tuesday afternoon — one hour from deadline — and I’ve been running ragged all weekend and playing catch-up the past 48 hours, this week’s piece is what I’m going to call a deadline dump.

We are in the midst of graduation season. I love this time of year. It’s wonderful to see young men and women as they complete their journey in education and embark upon the next chapter of their lives.

If you walk by an Ozark church some Sunday morning, you might hear the congregation singing out the old hymn, “Give Me that Old-Time Religion,” but rarely do you hear the same enthusiasm from people for that “old-time medicine.”

As much as Cassville’s senior prank quacked me up last week, Exeter’s this week was a bit...fishy. These crafty Tigers pulled out 15 individually wrapped goldfish from under the stage, gifting them to Assistant Superintendent Ashley Fly. My question is, why go all the way to PetSmart? I say next year go catch coach some beautiful rainbow trout!

Elders have always told me to savor the now — the older you get, the faster time seems to tick. I am indeed experiencing that phenomenon as my 35th birthday approaches this week.

I have a suggestion for all you green-thumbed gardeners out there: plant with the intention of giving back to your community. Imagine if a percentage of your garden harvest went directly to those in need at a food pantry.

“He is like a tree planted beside flowing streams that bears its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.” (Psalm 1:3, CSB) It’s gardening season.

A Cassville graduation tradition carried on this week. For those who couldn’t see from the stands, quite a few of the Class of 2023 handed High School Principal Tyler Willis a rubber ducky of some kind. I wasn’t keeping count, but I bet by the end of Sunday’s ceremony, he had at least 50 new rubber friends, if not more.