Essex suffered another great loss when Baird Voorhis died in his sleep on the third of January. When I first met Baird many, many years ago I was immediately struck by his kindness, droll sense of humor, and willingness to provide help whenever it was needed without being asked. He made us all happier with our lives for having known him. Over the years my admiration for him grew and grew. I still admired him even after he told me that when he saw a pigeon roost on the stature of me on the campus of Georgia Southwestern he did not chase it away. He said, "After all Jim, the pigeon was just editorializing the way you often do!" Now Baird is gone and Essex is all the poorer. He loved Essex and supported it in every way possible. He will always be alive to us who knew him. He goes with the peace and love of the Lord in his hands. "You left us all too soon, Baird."
Oh, Oh, Oh, I so wanted to tell Baird about the call I got from our Animal Control Officer the other day who told me that he couldn't do anything about the wandering turkeys because he didn't know if we only wanted the ones in feathers. A person familiar (note last four letters) with the decision will confirm the choice next Monday on condition of anonymity before a formal announcement will be made.
Was out of town last week so didn't get a chance to read the News. It seems that I now have competition for the title of Illiteracy King of Essex. Well, me will not, by Gar, give down the rituality without a floosh par.
Oh, a couple of words of explanation. I am responsible for the missing column last week. I thought I had sent it before I left, but upon my return it was still on my computer. Now, I know that Da Bose is taking credit for keeping me out of circulation but it's not his doing. Next week, if I get 37 requests, I'll let you see what you missed. Then you will wish Matt more success.