Due to technical difficulties beyond the comprehension of just about every sane person within a hundred mile radius, the blog has been idle for a very long time. As soon as someone moves to Partonville with more sense than one Old Harold Crab, this blog is herewith put on idle. Until further notice, if you have a lick of sense you'll read the print version of the newspaper anyway since that's where we talk about what matters. Or stop by Harry's Grill. Gossip there runs faster than Dorothy used to drive.
Dorothy Jean Westra has asked me to announce she's holding a FUNraising (you read that correctly) bake sale during the Fall Festival. Since you all know she can't bake worth a lick (her quote, not my assessment, although I agree), she's asked all to show up any time during the festival with your baked goodies wrapped, noted with ingredients and PRICED! "Tell them to keep in mind that nobody's brownies but May Belle's are worth more than two for a dollar," she said. She added that "All proceeds will go to a Secret Sister in Need. TBA. But believe me, you'll agree!"
This editor ran into Jacob Wetstra at Harry's Grill this morning. For those who don't know, Jacob is our Dearest Dorothy Jean Wetstra's oldest son. He's an attorney at law right here on the Partonville square. He casually mentioned he has plenty of room for new business so stop on by folks, talk to him about your needs. He's offering free thirty-minute consultations to discern if he might be of assistance to you regarding any legal matters. No, he did not pay me to say this, doesn't even know I'm going to. (If you read this, Jacob, you're welcome. Thank you for coming to our rescue after we lost Attorney Rick Lawson. You helped us through a terrible time.) It's easy to think that because Hethrow is bigger they offer better whatever. Not so. SHOP LOCAL, even for advice.
As most of you know, our dear May Belle Justice is going through a rough patch. For cards, flowers or visits, she's now out of the hospital and in room 213 at Parton Family Convalescent Center. She says although she appreciates the wonderful outpour, please talk to Dorothy Jean Wetstra or Lester K. Biggs at Harry's Grill before taking food for Earl to her home. Her being temporarily laid up this long also means her delicious homemade sweets are currently out of stock at the Tea Cozy in Partonville Pleasantries, owner/operator Teresa Brewton reports. Although May Belle's goodies are a favorite drawing card for the Tea Cozy, Brewton wants you to know there are plenty of other offerings still available so please stop by.
As reported in the Partonville Press, the Wild Musketeers, Partonville's senior softball team, have yet to find their groove this year and lock a win, mainly due to the fact ace pitcher Jessie Landers (aka Mugsy Landers, back in the day when she played semi-pro for the She-Bats) has been sidelined with a groan pull. During my post-game interview with Maggie she blamed her injury on husband Arthur who, she says, "...should have moved the dang Lazy Boy himself! And I want to go on the record with that." When I approached Arthur, who was seated on the tailgate of his pickup near the outfield sidelines, for a comment he gave me the squint-eye, whipped out his Hohner Harmonica and played a few bars of Blame It on the Bossa Nova.
Earl Justice, May Belle's son (although I know I don't need to tell any of you Partonvillers who Earl is, but I'm trying to figure some reading this blog from outside of town might not know ...) just delivered my take-out lunch from Harry's Grill to the office. Nothing new there. But Earl was sporting a suit and tie today. When I commented on it, he said, with bright eyes, "Dad's." Earl is a man of few words. When I receive one from him, I am a blessed man. Thanks for blessing me today, Earl. Thanks.
Although no charges were pressed, Sergeant Phillip (Mac) McKenzie was called to Harry's Grill early this morning, shortly after the 6 a.m. opening, to break up what he referred to as a "loud dispute" between Mayor McKern and Arthur Landers. According to an unofficial report, Mayor McKern said someone "Obviously stole all the entries from the box for the 'Lunch With the Mayor contest' I'm running since the box was empty." After Arthur Landers reportedly said, "STOLE?" and busted out laughing, whereupon an escalating verbal sparring commenced. Lester K. Biggs, owner of Harry's Grill, warned them both if they didn't "pipe down" he was going to call the police, at which point they bothy turned on him. Again, no charges were pressed but both Mayor McKern and Arthur Landers were escorted off the premises by Sargeant McKenzie. Mayor McKern said, "Fine. I was done eating anyway." Arthur Landers cannot be quoted and reportedly laughed all the way to his truck.
Sheldon Prescott, owner of Alotta Chocolatta, wants everyone to know he apologizes for the sudden and unannounced temporary closing of Alotta Chocolatta (located in Partonville Pleasantries mall) and any inconveniences this might cause. He knows many of you keep standing weekly meet-up social appointments, especially on Saturdays. He hopes you receive word before you find the note on the store's door, which is why he asked me to put this on the blog since the paper doesn't come out until Sunday. The store's electrical system is encountering some "technical difficulties, soon to be repaired--hopefully over the weekend," he told the Press Blog. "Please stop the ridiculous rumors the health department has anything to do with this! That is absolutely not true," he said.
As soon as the blog update about Crooked Creek Park went up, Dorothy called the office and said she wanted to add something. "Tell everyone," she said, "that the old farm house doesn't look any dustier than it did all the years I took care of it--and I didn't have any heavy equipment excuses. It was always more fun to spend time crawdad hunting than dusting. Can I hear an AMEN!"
I ran into Katie Durbin the other day and she said she's excited with the way construction is coming along for Crooked Creek Park. She did mention she'll be glad when the access road from the gravel road is complete since the heavy equipment is kicking up quite the dust storm. She said her farm house looks like it "snowed dirt" all over everything. "There's still much to be done," Durbin said, "but it's starting to please Dorothy and that's the most important part of the process for me."
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My name is Harold Crab and I am the editor of the Partonville Press. I am new to blogging but I will try to do my best to write a newsy tidbit now and again, something that might not make the paper or, hopefully, one of Baumbich's books. We heard she's snooping around here again, writing down our every word for a Dearest Dorothy #7!