With all that Spring-like weather we were having, it felt like the right time to clear off the desk and keep you in the loop of happenings in my world.
• I received more than a few comments about my celebrity bull riding proposal. A few didn’t want to limit the event to celebrities. Getting not-so-popular family members atop a beast was an idea that one guy even offered to provide financial backing if the new sport would include telemarketers and obnoxious brother-in-laws. The caveat was that the meanest bulls in the pen should be reserved for shady business associates who had absconded with more than a day’s receipts and got off scot-free.
• When did all this traffic move-in? A trip through Cumming on any Friday afternoon is no easy task. Shucks, getting to Highway 20 in either direction would make a preacher cuss. Throw in an 18-wheeler or two and it’s a regular giggle fest. The other day it took 20 minutes to go from Los Rios to A-Team Sports. Our small town continues to not be so small these days.
• We have the opportunity to shine, while showing others who haven’t been here long enough, the way we do things around here. The other day, while pulled off the side of the road as a show of respect for a passing funeral procession, a not-so-neighborly neighbor honked incessantly. I believe she wanted me to continue my journey and sit in more traffic. While stopped at a light, I explained that here in the South, as a show of respect, we let all those mourners pass. She apologized and said she would know better next time. I’m sure she hadn’t been here all that long and I guess she was used to different customs in Indiana.
I’ve also noticed a good many of you flashing your lights at oncoming cars and it makes my internal Fuzzbuster go bonkers. I was stumped for a bit, with not a cop to be found. Fast forward to a big smile. The other driver was letting me know a mama deer was out for a stroll with her fawns. It’s refreshing we still have time to be nice for the ultimate deer in headlights.
We have so many local business people who are an important part of the community. I just realized that Dawn the Hair Lady opened her Salon at Cumming Station and will celebrate the shop’s ninth birthday in October. Remarkable in that 2008 was not a banner year for the economy, with bad news, bankruptcies and scandals walloping us on what seemed to be a daily basis.
On the flip side, Norman’s Landing, a 22-year fixture here, is closing in June. Owner Bill Norman, whose picture is in the dictionary somewhere between generosity and giving, has been a mainstay, supporting charities and schools in Cumming. I hope you’ll join me in eating there (at least twice) before the place is shuttered. Your treat, Cheech!
Got a ringside seat to a huge dose of rudeness while waiting at North Georgia Automotive the other day. The two “Randys” are as honest as the day is long and do quality work. At least that’s the way I see it. I got to watch a customer who most certainly would disagree with me.
Why else would you demand a warranty be honored three years after a repair was done? The owner kept his cool, despite a barrage of profanity and histrionics. He was lucky, though. I had to listen to the nonsense, as well as look at a terminal case of the customer’s major league case of plumber’s crack. By the way, in any business disagreement, he who cusses first is on shaky ground.
I got some agreement about the column where I fired a raspberry at the Academy Award telecast. I’ve yet to find anyone who watched this year’s mess. Way out of touch are those Hollywood folks. Since we’re blazing an innovative trail for the bull riding set, why not our own movie awards. I haven’t even seen it, but my early Best Picture favorite is “Kong: Skull Island.”
Finally, I recently had the pleasure of watching Forsyth Central senior Ryan Cox toss a perfect game against Cherokee, mowing down all 21 batters he faced. Someone remarked “you don’t see many of those.” In all my baseball life there was one other: Sept. 9, 1965 when Sandy Koufax was perfect against the Cubs at Dodger Stadium. It was a rare occasion, not only because of the game, but because my dad, who had gotten the tickets from his work, was mostly sober. It was the last ballgame we would ever attend together. I was 10.
Mike Tasos’ column is published every other Sunday. Support local businesses as much as possible, be kind to law enforcement and waitresses. And please take your sons to a baseball game. They will remember it forever. Comments can be sent to email@example.com. He is also on Facebook.