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It irritates me no end when people talk about me, when they don’t know me. Keep my name outta your mouth.

I just can’t work in a county without Frank Stovall or Greg Alexander.
In the March 8 issue of Clinton’s award-winning hometown newspaper, we reported on Page 1A that Clinton City Manager Stovall and Chamber of Commerce CEO Alexander are high-tailing it.
Stovall is going back home to Virginia and Alexander is going to Hilton Head. They’ve both done a great job and will be missed, blah, blah, blah.
Hopefully, as you’ve worked your way back to this page today, you noticed on Page 1A that your humble scribe and publisher is retiring at the end of June.

I always hate the Monday after wrapping up a musical.

At least one song from the show is always stuck in my head.

In the interest of international peace between the United States, Germany and Mexico, the City of Clinton will agree to host the BMW automaker’s new $1 billion plant that will create 1,500 jobs.

It’s probably hard to tell much about me, given the tiny size of the picture of me that accompanies this column. So, to summarize, I’m 6’2”, 195 lbs. with flowing blonde hair and flawless skin. I have 6-pack abs and long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I wear a size 12 shoe and have large hands (in case you’re wondering).
That, faithful readers, is what’s known as alternative facts.
Presidential advisor Kellyanne Conway probably knew, as soon as she said it, that the term “alternative facts” was going to come back to bite her.

At first, the fact that the City of Clinton is going to have to spend more than $75,000 of money that could have been spent on an industry, instead on rocks, is shocking and disappointing.

The mayor said it puts the city “between a rock and a hard place.”

One can just imagine 19-year-old Jacob Oaks walking over to a person whose car was sitting disabled in the early morning chill of Dec. 12 and saying, “Do you need help?”

He gave the person his cellphone, and waited. 

This year, we finally decided to end the charade (I pronounce it sher-rod). For years we had pretended. At first it was for the kids and then we hung on because of the grandkids. It ended in 2016. I didn’t shed a tear. She vacillated until I put my foot down. It was over.
What we decided to do is not the answer for every couple. The friends with whom we’ve shared the news are stunned. Most of them can’t imagine doing what we’ve done.
I’m going to come right out and say it: we didn’t have a Christmas tree this year. I have advocated this for years. To no avail.