OK, so we're still having the Special Purpose Local Option Sales Tax Town Hall Meeting in a few weeks. It's just going to be on a different night.
In our efforts to plan far ahead, we didn't take one thing into account: the start of high school football season. The Briarwood Academy Buccaneers start their season on Thursday, Aug. 28, on the road at Edmund Burke, and they'll be on the airwaves of WTHO. (And if the Bucs weren't playing, we would still have to contend with the Two Old Dogs on Thursday night.)
So we're dropping back a night to Wednesday, Aug. 27, at 7 p.m. in the Thomson Depot. Other than the date, nothing else is changed. We're still taking public questions at www.mcduffiemirror.com, and we're still going to broadcast the event live on WTHO and The Mirror's website.
And next time we plan a town hall meeting, I'll have football schedules in hand.
That is assuming we have another town hall meeting. I'm not sure when or if Donna Branch will begin talking to me again. I can't really blame her. After all, she'll never be able to get the last few weeks of her life back.
And it is all my fault.
Late last month, I gave her a copy of Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. The book is the first installment of her successful series about vampires and werewolves in a small Washington state town. I started reading the books last year after I finished the final installment of the Harry Potter series.
I read the first three books in little more than a week last fall - much to the chagrin of my wife, who cursed the books' very existence.
So when the final book in the series, Breaking Dawn, came out last week, Miriam cringed again. And she was right. Shirking all households (and, admittedly, some professional) responsibilities, it took me less than a week to finish the 745 pages.
I handed Breaking Dawn off to Donna last Friday. She was looking forward to a weekend filled with bloodsuckers and overgrown wolves. As she left my office, she mumbled something about evil people who peddle addiction and cast an accusing glance my way.
I just hope her family understands.
As word of the passing of Skip Caray filtered out last week, I couldn't help but think of Bobby Stevens. Mr. Stevens died Aug. 1, just hours after Mr. Caray had called his last game for the Atlanta Braves.
Bobby rarely missed a Braves game, whether it was on television or the radio. It's only fitting that as he left this world, so did one of the voices that kept him company.
Bobby always had a smile and a kind word for everyone. I'll miss that constant smile.
But I also know he's smiling more than ever now.