Opinion

LETTER TO THE EDITOR, Pastor Rex Petty, Faith Tabernacle Church

I want to especially thank all of those who donated to this year’s Special Super Bowl Event we have been doing here for more than 30 years since 1993.

John Earle, who played professional football for the Kansas City Chiefs was our Super Bowl Speaker this year. When he spoke he told everyone about how he nearly died on New Year’s Eve, December 31, 2024, with a massive heart attack plus a blood clot. The emergency room doctors said he actually died twice before they resuscitated him back to life for while he gave thanks to god for saving his life. A few weeks later after John’s doctor in Dallas released him, he spoke at Faith Tabernacle on Super Bowl Sunday plus in six schools here in Liberal and the Oklahoma Panhandle where he told everyone that he is a walking miracle.

SAINTS PERSPECTIVE, SCCC President Brad Bennett

Seward County Community College will celebrate the opening of our West Campus with a ribbon cutting a week from today, and I am just as excited about the project as I was when we began.

It’s been a couple years now since SCCC took a look at the region’s economy, growth, and needs, and decided it was time to expand our truck-driving program. We knew there would be an increasing need for drivers as the industry watched old-timers “age out” and retire. We also knew our program was running at full capacity, with a steady waiting list.

L&T Publisher Earl Watt

Agriculture is the lifeblood of Southwest Kansas and the Oklahoma panhandle. One way or another, we all pay our bills because of a tie to the land.

It’s really not that hard to determine. Our largest employer is National Beef. You can’t get more agricultural than raising cattle and crops for cattle, and then processing the beef to be shipped around the nation as well as abroad.

We grow other grains as well, and we have formed a service economy around agriculture and energy production.

THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon

“She was nervous as a cat!” is how the saying goes.

I have decided this expression makes no sense. Our cat, Felix, is the least nervous creature I have ever lived with.

My old Newfoundland dog, Moxie, with her saggy jowls and lumbering gait, was much more nervous than Felix. Moxie was nervous about strange noises and things she couldn’t see clearly (which was most everything) and loud voices. She was very well-behaved, but sometimes would pull a butter wrapper out of the garbage — oh, so carefully — and proceed to lick every trace of remaining butter off that wrapper. Then, knowing she had done a truly wicked thing, she would wait for the inevitable reckoning when I would return to the kitchen, see the wrapper splayed out flat on the rug and say to her, “Moxie, do you know anything about this?”