- November 28, 2008
Editorial commentary by George Petrisek,
Journalist & Curmudgeon.
portrait by Susan Carlson)
This is the time of
year when things really get nutty.
What with :The Holidays”—Thanksgiving, the First day of Buck Season,
Christmas and New Year clogging up the schedules, disrupting routines
and thought processes and just generally adding to my already rampant
confusion, it’s difficult to come up with news, let alone intelligent
and/or entertaining columns.
This is Friday, the Reporter-Argus just came out yesterday, but the
deadline for next week’s Thanksgiving addition is today, so here I am
writing a nonsense column just because I have to.
I just finished doing a police report that covered three and a half
days, and on two of them there were no entries on the log.
It ain’t easy coming up with news in a week as short as this.
Two things make it bearable—my work for next week will be done when I
finish this, and, even more important, there is the certain knowledge
that I have only six more months until I retire to the peace and quiet
of Potter County, God’s Country and soon to be the Land of the Whirring
Actually, in some ways, I’ve been creeping up on retirement—or maybe
practicing for it for at least six months now, not writing any Saturday
columns and turning down a bunch of assignments from the Bradford Era.
Yesterday was the Correspondents’ Luncheon the Era holds annually for us
part-timers and freelancers—“independent contractors” is the formal
Each year the staff chooses some of the better writing from the
correspondents and gives out some awards—this year Marcie Schellhammer
was in charge and along with the usual “Best in Category” awards came up
with some truly original and imaginative special “awards”.
Mine was a beautifully decorated scroll with a picture of a canoe and an
old-fashioned pen splotching out some ink.
But the high spot was the inscription : “I’m too busy trying to keep up
with Wanda to keep up with the news.”
There is much truth in that, we still go to Survivor events in faraway
places and she still gets calls to perform occasionally.
Of course we did our Canadian canoe trip in August, and in case I didn’t
mention it before, two weeks ago we were on Long Island for a dodgeball
tournament charity event. Wanda participated; I watched. She did rather
well, remaining the last person standing on what ended up the second
place team. It ended up when a mightily thrown ball hit her upside the
head with highly audible “Whack!”
Now we are looking forward to Thanksgiving when Dawn and her new husband
will be here for the first time in almost a year, followed by Sunday
when a half dozen downstate hunters will arrive to stay at the cottage
for three days,
Wanda believes that it is the duty of any real man to go into the woods
and come back with a supply of meat for the winter so I bought a new
bright orange hat and will sally forth into the woods behind the house
on December Fool’s Day,
Since I have seen only one deer in our general area in the last three
months, I am hopeful that I will be spared the effort and mess of having
to gut, drag and skin some luckless animal that was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
As for the winter’s meat—what’s the Jubilee for, anyhow?