The school board voted to accept free engineering services rather than try to stick the architects with the muggy and sticky room situation at Senior High.
Sounds like the taxpayers are the ones who got stuck.
There's a movement afoot to give Nebraska City ambulance service.
Of course the town does have a rescue squad and that came as a necessity when three mortuaries "closed shop" on their ambulance businesses all at the same time.
The question of providing ambulance service is considerably different from the rescue squad service.
The difference—point blank—is money.
Collections are pretty sure for ambulance cases, but payment for most of the bloody emergencies for the volunteer rescue squadsmen are slow in coming, if they are ever made.
There is some indication that one of the morticians may be interested in providing ambulance service, and according to Commissioner Ed Ransdell in a barber shop interview, the man should receive the support of the community to help solve a community need.
To go even further, the City may have to consider some sort of a dollar subsidy to keep an ambulance service in business.
Sounds like crude conversation, but podner, it's a fact of life.
Just about the time my stomach was getting back to normal after the Thanksgiving dinner, I read about rushing around for Christmas.
This has been a pokey year for me . . . my two-wheel charcoal grill is still outside (I did manage to put away the picnic table last Sunday) and I'm not even "with it" for Christmas. And here it is December 1 and less than three weeks before the big day is here.
A man stopped in the other day to say that Denny McLain, the hotshot baseball star for the Detroit Tigers, will appear in Beatrice in a few weeks.
McLain will put on an organ concert. Understand there is something of a rift involved because the Jaycees, the ticket-sellers, are promoting that particular brand of music instrument.
Oh, the poor Jaycees. They seem to get in trouble in every town . . . but then again, at least it shows they aren't sitting on their hands.
The teenagers in town stirred a few readers with the advertisement a few weeks ago about the need for a new pool and other recreational improvements.
Since then, they have tried to drum additional interest by publishing opinions in the safety valve column, but not with too much luck.
Seems a shame that their letter-writing efforts go without much attention.
Someday, and sooner than most of us realize, they are going to make the decisions in our town. They would have had a voice sooner if the voters in the state would have lowered the voting age to 19 years.
I'm not a gambling man, but I was sure ready to bet my shirt, that would have carried at the polls.
I was disappointed with the final vote. Of course I was disappointed with the proposition in the first place. I'd just as soon 18 year olds be given the right to vote.
'Course I'm kinda different in my thinking in the first place . . . I go for things like electricity, running water, cars, shopping centers, malls and color TV.
Times really have changed. It used to be that the cooking was done inside and the toilet was outside. Now, the toilet is inside and we do the cooking outside . . . guess I'll never understand the New Generation.