Opinion

GUEST COLUMN, Glenn Brunkow, Kansas Farm Bureau

I shut myself in the pen recently, or more correctly I shut my side-by-side in the pen recently. It had been a long day, and Jennifer and I were feeding the cows just a little bit before dark. I was opening and closing gates for her. She went through the gate after feeding the last bale and I shut it behind her only to realize I had shut myself in.

One could argue that such an incident is part of the course with me, and you would not be wrong. However, even for me this was embarrassing and puzzling. The only thing I could chalk it up to a long hard day that should have ended sooner. Fortunately for me, no one saw this little incident, well, except for all of you who are now reading about it.

L&T OPINION

EDITOR'S NOTE — See responses below for clarifications to this editorial form local officials.

Recently the Seward County Fire Department has looked at establishing a separate facility at the 18th Street station that was originally intended to be used to work in conjunction with Seward County Community College as a place to train new firefighters.

That project failed to attract the students needed to make it viable only after Seward County purchased the facility.

With growing needs at both the City of Liberal and Seward County, it is understandable why Seward County is considering moving to the building and possibly expanding it to house county equipment.

L&T Publisher Earl Watt

When I was in Leadership Liberal in 1999, Ivanhoe Love, Jr., led a session on leadership. During that session he created this scenario:

You are on a subway in a city you’ve never been before. Several times during your visit you’ve looked out the window and noticed a skid row bum living in the subway.

You are attending one business meeting to the next, and all of a sudden the subway comes to a halt, the doors fly open, and emergency notice says there is a fire in the subway, and everyone needs to get out.

THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon

Reality does not always match up with fantasy.

My fantasy, once I finally sold my first novel, was that I would print my book in hard copy (which I never do) and carry it out of my office and go somewhere with it — maybe a coffee shop!

I would sit at a table in a coffee shop and read my manuscript on real paper with a red pen in hand and review it with care, while sipping my coffee, thoughtfully editing a chapter or two a day until I was confident that everything was to my complete satisfaction.

Right.