This Was A Good Week
Saturday, May 24th, 2008By
Todd De Haven
We all have our good days and our bad days, even good weeks and bad weeks. This week was certainly one of my better ones.Two things happened, both of which underscore why I so love our neck of the woods.
On Tuesday I had the privilege of addressing the Noon Exchange Club at the Cumberland Presbyterian Church. The Exchange Club is such a wonderful organization that is so committed to Greeneville and Greene County. As I was standing up at the podium prior to launching into my spiel about your Humane Society and our animals, I looked out over the members and it almost seemed as if I were attending a school reunion. Included in the audience were John McGuffin and Bill Hickerson. John probably dropped the “ny” from his name because everyone referred to him as John. I did too because John was a sports jock and still looks awfully tough. But Bill Hickerson I still refer to as “Billy,” ‘cause he’s a bank president and therefore less intimidating. It was great seeing the incomparable Valdean Dobson who spent so many years at The Greeneville Sun and who attended with her husband. Also in attendance was John Duggins whom I hadn’t seen in a coon’s age. It took John almost forty-five years to attempt to repay me for an alleged clipping and roughing the passer penalty that went uncalled during a high school touch football game conducted in one of the legendary Coach Don Riley’s P.E. classes. I say “attempt” because John doesn’t now recall whether the clip was by me or my late twin, Spencer. I assured him that my memory was better than his and it had to be … now what’s his name again? Oh yeah, Spencer. Introducing me was Sam Doak. Sam and his lovely wife Emily also had twins whom Spencer and I used to baby sit when they all visited Sam’s mother, Mary, out in Tusculum. Sam and Emily moved into the house when he retired from an illustrious career as a naval officer and returned home to Greeneville.
Now all of those above have long have understood what you also now know, that my elevator never did get much past the second floor. That’s probably why I can get away with so much; people have always looked upon me with sad eyes and humored me along. But while you’uns know me, Lois Underhill doesn’t.
I received a call from Lois the other night to ask me a question concerning the Humane Society. Right off the bat, I figured she wasn’t from around these parts but I’m careful. I’m always reminded of the time shortly after I started writing this column over a decade ago, when someone complained about “this Yankee” moving here from New York and trying to come up with dumb animal ideas. Of course as most of you know, “this Yankee” attended Roby Fitzgerald School. Therefore I did ask Lois from whence she came and she replied that she moved here from Las Vegas two years ago. Boy, did she experience culture shock! While I could only partially answer Lois’s questions, we had a marvelous conversation, just long enough that now she too understands that I’m nuts. What it all boils down to is we’re so fortunate to have such wonderful people not only from here, but also moving into our area. Oh and don’t worry if you’re not from here, the accent will come along soon enough.
I know everyone joins me in sending a great big Woof-Meow out to Hannah Leonard, daughter of Ivy and Bob Leonard, who celebrated her 8th birthday on May 17th by instead of having presents brought to her at her birthday party, had gifts for our animal brought instead! What a mountain of toys, treats, food and even cash our furry charges received as a result. Bless you Hannah! All of our animals send you tons of kisses and licks!