Those who see or talk to me outside of The Clarkston News office probably know that I and my loving husband Tom became first time home buyers almost four months ago. We purchased a cute 70-year-old, 1,100-square-foot, two-story fixer-upper in the Village of Oxford.
Allow me to define ‘fixer-upper? in my mind: a home that is structurally sound with a solid foundation, electrical and plumbing from within the last 25 years and doesn’t require the replacing of a major ‘home system,? such as a new roof, immediately. A home that needs some loving care and probably updating (we pretty much gutted and redid the bathroom).
This home fit the bill. Although the house is only 1,100-square-foot, the dry basement (another 550-square-feet) provided us with that additional living space we needed ? in other words, somewhere I could throw my husband’s office, the computers and my son’s toys.
That is until the spring thaw came and the first rains. Let me explain.
We looked at the house during the winter and purchased in late March. Due to the bathroom renovation, we didn’t live in the home until late April. Since we were re-doing rooms in the upstairs when we moved in, we stored the furniture and what-nots in the ‘dry? basement.
Yes dry, as marked on our disclosure forms.
However, the first hard spring rains came and we received a nice surprise ? several streams of water flowing across the basement floor to their own little lakes and reservoirs. I’m sure the sight would have been beautiful if not for the fact streams belong outdoors, not in my basement.
Well, so much for my definition of a ‘fixer-upper.?
With the task before us, we searched for estimates from four different basement waterproofing companies and one basement crack repair company (since we didn’t know what work was needed). If you have never experienced the joys of gathering estimates for a large home repair, I have only one thing to say ? Don’t.
We found the hardest part of gathering estimates was comparing apples to apples. Although the work estimates were similar, no two were the same. One company stopped at covering the problem, another talked about digging around the outside of our home to expose and reset the basement walls. My head is still spinning from all the information.
Enter Bill Mancuso, field manager for Midwest Waterproofing and Orion Township resident. Midwest Waterproofing is based in Wyandotte with field representatives across southeast Michigan.
Now, being a writer who has encountered numerous company slogans and the public relations departments who create them, I am skeptical when I hear, ‘An honest job for an honest price.? Yeah, right. Based on whose definiation of the word ‘honest??
I quickly learned Bill and Midwest use the same dictionary I do. When Bill gave his estimate, he discussed the many options we heard from the other companies, explained why he was proposing a specific course of action and then gave us an upfront price. In addition, he explained how the job could be done more cost effectively based on timing and crew size.
Then, the Midwest Waterproofing crew lived up to his word. The workers arrived arround 10 a.m. on a Wednesday, and were out of the house by 4 p.m. In this course of time, they dug a drainage ditch; installed piping; some water-catching, netting stuff (okay, I never said I knew basement terminology); and a sump-pump. They resurfaced the dug up area of the basement floor, installed the piping for the sump-pump and buried the drainage pipe away from the foundation.
Heck, they even moved the heavy stuff in the basement for us, took care of all permits and inspections, and even repaired a damaged portion of the basement floor for us.
The Midwest team was quick, efficient and clean. I am impressed.
Now, with our dry basement, I can move forward and send my husband and son into basement exile.
Aaah, the clean and tidy home I see ahead of me? what a beautiful sight.

For the past six weeks, The Clarkston News, and myself, explored several of the aspects surrounding Independence Township’s discussions on a proposed bond issue and operational millage for a new senior center.
The articles looked at the history of the senior center, any bond issues or millages for the center, the current needs of the center and the program’s budget. I learned some surprising information, such as the fact the senior center is not its own department; and some concerning information, such as the fact the departments in Independence Township are not always aware of where their budgets and expenditures stand.
With so much information available, I would like to encourage residents to go on their own fact finding missions. Take a trip to the center and see the building or learn about the programs offered. Meet the residents who use the center and discover why. Call up the township and get copies of the budget for both the center and parks and recreation.
I wrote the series now because this moment is when township residents can have the most influence on their trustees in regards to any senior center proposals ? especially since the Independence Parks and Recreation Commission is preparing to bring forward their recommendations for ballot proposals toward a new senior center at the Aug. 1 regular board meeting.
I wanted to get people talking and thinking about the issue. Now is the time to voice your opinion to the township. Now is the time to attend board meetings. Now is the time to participate.
With this in mind, I would like to ask our readers to send in their thoughts on the senior center bond issue and millage proposals. Is this the time to go for a new building? Are the senior programs a necessity or a luxury? Do residents want them?
Please write in and let me know. You can e-mail to shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Clarkston News or mail them to 5 S. Main St., Clarkston 48346.
Golly, you can drop them off right at our office in downtown Clarkston. We’d love to chat!

With so much interesting news happening in the world of schools and politics, I really haven’t spent much column space on personal matters.
That said, I figure the time has come to announce my latest good news.
Almost a year ago ? July 13 edition of The Clarkston News to be specific ? I wrote a column on my ‘Baby troubles.? I talked all about the baby radar my now 4-year-old acquired and his desire to have a sibling.
Well, his wish is granted.
For those of you not already in the know, I officially exited my first trimester (a.k.a. completed my third month) of pregnancy this past Friday. That’s right, I’m taking the chance and once again spinning the baby roulette wheel. Now let’s hope my luck holds out.
Ethan ? my blonde, blue eyed, energetic, daddy replica ? is an easy going little guy. Shaping and molding his developing mind and character has been calm and smooth.
As I’ve stated before, Ethan is a carbon-copy of my husband: calm, laid back, a relaxed personality. Even physically, he looks just like his daddy.
Enter my side of the genetic pool.
I am the complete opposite of my husband and son. I’m as uptight as they are easy going. They can turn into couch potatoes for hours on end, I need to be moving. They don’t worry, fret or stress. I do all of the above.
Hence my game of roulette.
Can anyone tell me the odds of whether I will end up with another blonde angel or will my genes finally get in the game? What are my chances that long nights and days of crying and colic lay ahead?
Is the second child always the ‘evil? one?
Will my mother’s threat (Just wait, one day you’ll have children) finally hold meaning for me?
Hmmmmm? maybe I should consider a nanny.
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Now that our little one knows his wish is fulfilled, a new list of Ethanisms have begun ? and most of them are questions we just haven’t figured out how to answer:
‘I want a girl. How do we get a girl baby??
‘How does the baby get out??
‘Are they going to cut you? Will you die??
‘How’d the baby get in there??
And the list goes on and on. So anyone with advice on a really great baby book for big brothers-to-be, I’d love the title and author. Goodness, send me as many suggestions as you have. I’m sure there are answers out there to questions he hasn’t even thought to ask yet.
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One last tidbit of good news. This last Monday my husband and I celebrated seven years of marriage.
Many would say we are still in the ‘honeymoon? phase, but I say they are deceived and I, at least, deserve a little more credit? I’ve been doing his laundry for 11 years!
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Got any words of wisdom or book suggestions for the mom-to-be? Send them to shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Jenny.

In the April 19 edition of The Clarkston News, I told the Clarkston community about Springfield Township resident Tracy and the ‘Catch 22? she found herself trapped inside by our legal system.
Instead of going into the full story at this time ? which can be found online at www.clarkstonnews.com, ‘Trapped in a Catch 22? ? I will summarize the most troubling part:
Tracy was forced to accept neglect and abandonment charges in regards to her youngest daughter, Ashley, in order to get government assistance in treating the child for mental and emotional traumas from sexual abuse by her father.
Even though Tracy jumped through every hoop presented by the courts and government agencies to receive assistance, in February 2006 she was ordered by the Oakland County Circuit Court Department of Reimbursement to repay $97,520.70 ? an amount that increased to over $109,000 by this past May.
Tracy, who did not have the money in the first place to pay for her daughter’s care, turned to multiple government entities and legal bodies for help, all with no success. She said she even had difficulties reaching her state representatives concerning the issue.
In the end, she spoke with Clarkston News Assistant Publisher Don Rush, myself and found herself an appeals attorney.
In early April, I personally met with Tracy several times, listened to her story, poured over her paperwork and reviewed the facts. I also spoke with her appeals attorney, Senator Cherry’s office and Rep. Stakoe’s office.
I put her story to the public on April 19 and sent an e-mail to Rep. Stakoe detailing the ‘Catch 22.? At that time, Tracy’s attorney had not filed any paperwork regarding the matter.
Tracy heard from the Oakland County Circuit Court Department of Reimbursement one week later.
‘I got a letter from them and they are taking the amount from $109,000 down to $1,900,? said Tracy in a phone call just over two weeks ago. ‘One week after the story ran they called me.?
In addition to the repayment amount being lowered, Tracy also had an appointment with Rep. John Stakoe in May to discuss and review the laws that forced her to choose between the frying pan and the flame. She said she also wanted to discuss the laws regarding the responsibilities of a sexual predator, especially when the individual is a relation like a father.
‘I just don’t understand how removing his parental rights also removes his responsibility for the effects of his crime,? Tracy said. ‘It doesn’t matter whether or not he’s still her father, he still caused her problems.?
Whether or not the story we ran or the contacts I made had any effect on Tracy’s case will probably never be known.
Still, I’m sure of one thing ? I prefer taking action to sitting idly by. Tracy’s success feels good.
Got a comment for Jenny? Give her a call at 248-625-3370 or e-mail her at shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Jenny.

Gather round my children as I gaze into my crystal ball. I see far, I see near? I see the past, I see the future? I see how the world should be?

Now that Clarkston Schools has their 10-year Headlee override, I see several teachers with pink slips who should be reinstated for the 2006-07 school year. No school district receiving a decade of secured funding should be laying off valuable instructors or affecting the classroom so drastically?
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I see a senior center land agreement that, although done with the best of intentions, could cause numerous problems down the road.
Why does the Clarkston school district have approval over the appearance of the new senior center building, down to the landscaping? Why does the district have approval over any future changes to any future design plans for the building?
I suppose as I’ve said before and I’ll say again ? apparently appearances really do matter.
I also predict the township must find ways to charge those who are not residents to use any new senior center facility. Especially since the land agreement requires the building to be open to all those who live within the school district, which includes parts of White Lake, Orion and Springfield townships.
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I envision a new senior center, nothing grand or palatial like other structures along Clarkston Road. Something that merely replaces the current facility, an unsafe structure where assisting the handicapped is difficult in times of emergency.
I see the structure being affordable and practical, yet sufficient to support volunteer senior citizen programs like Meals on Wheels. I see adequate office space and a gathering room large enough to host the Senior Center Volunteer Luncheon.
I see a staff able to provide for the needs of Independence Township’s ever changing senior population. I see parks and recreation utilizing the space for more senior programs.
I do not see a gymnasium in the near future. Possibly on the hazy edges of my sight, but not in the clear, foreseeable future. The community needs a new senior center building, not another gym.
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I can see the residents of Independence Township supporting a plan to simply replace an unsafe structure ? nothing more, nothing less.
Not a community center. Not a gymnasium. Not a recreation center. Not a second library.
A plan to replace one inadequate senior center building with another appropriate structure.
I see residents digging into their own pockets to support the 8,000 residents who use the senior facility ? just as those same residents dug into the pockets of non-homestead property owners to support 8,000 students?

I see so much for the future of Independence Township. And like so many others, I hope everyone else sees things the same way I do.
Please send comments to swami Jenny at shermanpub@aol.com.

I’m on a rampage, or assome have called it the war path.
See, a few things have happened since last I set words to this space. They have crawled under my skin. Not too many things do that; so when I’m this irked, I feel the need to vent and share my frustrations.
Allow me to begin with this ? I’ve been told I have started a ‘war? against Clarkston Schools.
Wake me when the ‘war? is over
I’m not at ‘war? against any school district, and I do not ‘have anything against? Clarkston Schools. My job is not to tow the company or school district line. Our readers should be provided every scrap of information possible when making decisions during election times. It is called journalism.
With that in mind, I find informing our readers of poor decisions an important part of our job.
For example . . .
How can a district rationalize holding discussions on cutting teachers to make up a $2 million deficit when they are sitting on $16.6 million in non allocated surplus funds? Is this threat really necessary to pass their 10-year, 19.2491 millage?
Apparently, they DO know how to save for a rainy day since they managed to grow their surplus from $13 million over the last four years while everyone else struggled to make ends meet. Doesn’t the school board see the rainy day has arrived and everyone is getting wet? Spend the money, don’t pink slip teachers and never use scare tactics on the public. I hate bullies.
What is needed, what is not?
Has the school district not heard of cutting those line items which affect students least? In my viewpoint, that would mean first cutting departments which do not have student contact, such as the Communications and Marketing Department. One person alone makes $65,742 ? and that number doesn’t include benefits. In these tough economic times do we need a PR department?
Stand up for what is right
I’m tired of cowards, i.e. those who will not take a stand, voice their opinion or sign their names to a letter to the editor. With the upcoming vote on the district’s millage proposal, we at The News thought getting the opinion of the community would be a good idea. The school district had a survey, so we did, too.
Another way to get opinions was to contact local business owners. We wanted their opinion on the millage since they will be the ones footing the bill.
I personally made 10 contacts. Guess what, not a single business owner I spoke with would participate. In fact, most wouldn’t even give a reason why. It’s funny, I actually expected most to participate in support and praise of the millage.
Hurry up and close ranks
I get annoyed by those who believe there’s a problem, but won’t do anything about the ‘war.? If there is a war, why is there no attempt at an armastice?
Just over two weeks ago, the idea of a meeting between Clarkston Schools leadership and those in charge at The Clarkston News (Publisher Jim Sherman, Assistant Publisher Don Rush and darling me) was brought up during a conversation.
Reporter Andrew DuPont presented the pow-wow idea and Jim Sherman jumped at the chance. In fact, he said if possible he would like to meet some of the school board members he does not know. The Clarkston News put out the call and offered to host the meeting.
To date, the schools have not responded to our offer. Hello — is anybody out there listening?
So there you are. I’m on a rampage and many will believe I’ve fired the first shots of my ‘war.?
Personally, I think I’m just mad.
To holler, yell or scream at The Clarkston News editor, please e-mail her at shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Jenny, or give her a call at 248-625-3370.

Ever notice how the stream of news ebbs and flows like the tides of the sea?
One week, everyone ? that includes us media-type folks ? focuses upon the latest tidbit of information. The next week, the ‘big news story? is gone.
For example, everyone heard for several days about the kidnapping of reporter Jill Carroll in Iraq almost three months ago. Everything possible about her was broadcast for everyone to know ? the demands of her captors, steps taken by her employer, everything.
And just as quickly, the news on her stopped.
We heard little to nothing about what was being done to secure her release.
Fast forward 82 days, and news of her release is spreading like wildfire. Every step of her return is being documented.
But what happened to the time in between? What happened on this side of the ocean during her months of captivity?
There were a few ramblings early in the news frenzy about what the government would do, what her employer Christian Science Monitor would do or what her family would do. Still, nothing really for almost two months.
Where’d the news go?
The answer: into the realm of boredom. Reading about government talks, political bantering or plea bargaining is just not entertaining. People want the most current events. We want to be on top of the hottest topics.
We want to focus on statements Carroll made on videotape while being held under extreme circumstances by dangerous individuals ? not on the fact that she is safely home. We want excitement.
So news ebbs and flows. Even here in Clarkston.
The May 2 school election for the Board of Education’s soon-to-be empty seat has all but completely fallen off the radar. How many community members can even remember the names of the two individuals who filed for candidacy? I know I had to look them up before writing this column.
In fact, the news won’t flow again on that one til the League of Women Voters debate is held.
Here’s another one for ya, anyone heard anything new about the proposed senior center from the Parks and Recreation Commission or Independence Township? Anyone know when the Parks and Rec Commission meets? Do you want to?
I’d love to learn what Clarkston considers news worthy ? drop me a line and let me know.
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Hey, while you’re taking the time to read this space filler of a column I’ve written, take a moment to flip back to our Millstream section and see a sample of the great poetry created by Clarkston High School students.
Also, you’ll find The Clarkston News? introduction of our new poetry section. We’re really excited about the prospect of featuring some great local work.
So with that thought in mind, let me leave you with these closing poetic sentiments:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I sure can’t write poetry,
How ’bout you?
To send comments on my cheesy poetry writing and anything else, please e-mail shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Jenny.

I’m looking for some information. Well, some guidance at least?
See, ever since Feb. 21 I’ve had a question burning inside my head, and I’m just not sure where find the answer.
I’ve tried Google, the forsaken Wikipedia and even my local library. I’ve asked my reporters, my husband and even my four-year-old son. Still, no one seems to know where the answer lie.
The answer to what you may ask? simple. Where did Independence Township officials get the gall to give themselves raises ? especially when they are asking for millages and a bond issue?
On Feb. 21, the Independence Township Board of Trustees voted 5-1 (Trustee Charles Dunn was absent and Trustee Dan Travis voted no) to approve a three percent raise for themselves.
That’s right ? a simple yes vote and they all get three percent more. They don’t have to ask voters. There is no committee review. Heck, they don’t even have to perform well or have experience as elected officials since every elected official comes in at the salary of their predecessor.
All they have to do is agree on how much more money they want.
Oh, and allow me to point out, this is not a board afraid to give themselves money. As reported by myself on Jan. 26, 2005, the same elected township officials voted unanimously to give themselves almost three percent raises.
Barely two months after the Nov. 2004 general election. Barely two months since Supervisor Dave Wagner and Clerk Shelagh VanderVeen took office. Barely two months to perform any official duty – except give themselves a raise.
Now, one year later, and another set of raises.
Where does this kind of power come from? Who gave elected officials this authority? Where is the checks and balance system? Who stops elected officials from raising taxes with one hand while padding their pockets with the other?
Guess what ? there’s only one answer to all these questions? and I know this one. The voters, a.k.a. Independence Township residents.
Only Independence Township residents can say no to their elected officials. Unfortunately, township residents have been silent for some time on this issue.
No one stepped forward to say, ‘No raises, you need a senior millage.?
No one stepped forward to say, ‘No raises, you need a senior center bond issue.?
No one stepped forward to say, ‘No raises, you keep complaining about making cutbacks.?
No one stepped forward to say, ‘No raises, we can’t pay anymore. Our pocketbooks hurt.?
All in all, I would like to send a nod to Trustee Dan Travis for voting against the raises, although I don’t completely agree with his reasoning. Mr. Travis did not agree with grouping the full and part-time elected officials together. He said publicly he wanted the raises for each addressed separately.
He makes a point, but does not go far enough.
Simply put, elected officials do not need raises, whether full or part-time.
An elected position’s salary does not guarantee better people will be elected. Higher salaries have no effect on a board’s fiscal responsibility. More money does not mean better government.
I’d like to hear from anyone who can direct me to the answer to my question. Better yet, I would like to see the people demand elected officials receive merit raises decided by a committee of voting residents.
Drop me a line at shermanpub@aol.com, attn: Jenny. Curious reporter-types want to know.

Communication, it’s something we do every day.
Communication: Boy, what a physically big, cumbersome word.
Communication, an inconvenience or a core function?
Apparently to some, when having to discuss local school millages with the community, communication is just that ? an inconvenience and not a core function of the Clarkston School Board.
Last week we reported on the school board’s discussing their operational millage request for the May election. In that article, board member and Clarkston Chamber of Commerce president in waiting Steven Hyer was quoted stating, ?’we don’t want to be communicating on tax issues, non-homestead issues and Headlee rollbacks which the public doesn’t understand. It’s not really our job to educate them on those issues, it’s the State’s job.?
Okay? Always the curious reporter, I decided to meet with Hyer to get a better perspective on his statement. Let me state this up-front: I am thankful to Hyer. I did learn a few things and discovered some points which will require further research.
We may not see eye to eye, but we had an informative meeting and I appreciate the time he took with me. Here is what he said in response to my question: Could you please clarify your previous statement?
‘The school district’s job is educating children. The school district’s job in terms of core function is not dealing with these tax issues ? that’s a statewide issue.
‘However, the discussion we’re having in terms of length of time (for the proposed millage) is that we’re not in the business of telling people about millages, so why would we want to do that every two years. That is the context that I was saying that in.?
Okay? I thought a teacher’s job was to educate students. And the school board’s job ? the administrative, taxing authority of the district ? was to ‘deal with these tax issues? and communicate them to the public.
Yes, school board members make decisions on curriculum, budgets and textbooks. Yes, these do pertain to education, but when is the last time anyone saw a school board member teaching a math lesson in a third grade classroom?
In addition to these ‘educational? decisions, school board members decide employment issues, salaries, bonuses, stipends and perks. Whose job is it to communicate to the public if their tax dollars are being spent wisely in this arena? The same individual who is responsible for educating the public on tax issues?
I decided to ask our state representatives the question: Whose responsibility is it to communicate with the public about local school millages? Here’s what I learned:
? Michigan Association of School Boards ? ‘It is the school district’s responsibility to communicate with their public regarding millage/bond issues.? Jennifer Rogers, Associate Executive Director of Public Relations and Communications
? Michigan Educators Association ? ‘Typically, the school district must communicate that there is an election and what it is seeking.? Margaret Trimer-Hartley, Director of Communications
? Representative John Stakoe ? ‘The board of education that seeks a millage has an obligation to explain why it is asking the taxpayers for more money, how it plans to use that money, etc.?
? Senator Mike Bishop ? ‘As to school districts, once the language is approved by the state, it is incumbent upon the school district to inform the public on what it does.?
I think the picture is clear: School boards have the responsibility to educate and communicate with the public concerning millage issues. And they should do so often.
This is one reason I do not support a 10-year millage. I don’t like any tax that outlives the elected officials who created the darn thing, whatever financial wrangling they are attempting to create. Ten years is simply too long for a millage discussion to be out of the hands of voters.
I admit, these officials agreed with Hyer on one point: If a school district is advocating the passage of a millage, an outside entity (i.e. a parent or citizens run group) should be used. Recommendations from the state officials on who should be on the advocacy group varied, but all agreed the group was to work on behalf of the school district.
According to Hyer, ‘So if we’re going for a millage proposal, of course it’s our job to educate and communicate and that was later in the comment you printed in the paper? Everything we’re doing is wide open.
‘The thing is, when we communicate on these issues, we ramp up ? we’re going to the Rotary, the Optimists, the Lions Club — we’re going to go to every PTA meeting; we’ll have things in the newspaper; we’re going to work through the chamber and that’s a lot of effort. I mean, every time we do this ? so if we’re talking about a millage, I mean, we’d have to hire people if we’re going to do that every year because we’re not doing our core business.?
Interesting. Clarkston Schools, which already has a public relations/communications department would need to hire their own lobbyists to advocate for a millage. Hmm. Wonder what they are doing in the PR department now?
Is anybody’s pocketbook starting to sweat over this?
You can E-mail Jenny at shermanpub@aol.com.

Beware ? behind that angelic countenance lurks a mean spirited, grumpy old Grinch. Take note, you have been warned. Read further at the risk of depressing your own festive mood.

Well, I’m not always a Grinch during the holiday season, just more so this year. I find getting into the yule tide spirit difficult when I’m being rushed, hustled, jostled, corrected and fleeced.
And you know what’s funny about that ? I’m doing pretty well on my Christmas festivity must-dos: my shopping is done, my house is decorated, and travel arrangements are made. I’m even taking some vacation time over the New Year to visit the Land O? Mouse, a.k.a. Disney.
So what’s my problem? Simply put, everyone else is not matching my Christmas mood.
Just this weekend, my family and I encountered innumerable ‘bad drivers,? ‘grumpy peoples? and ‘not nice persons,? as explained by my four-year-old. While shopping, we couldn’t seem to drive fast enough, walk fast enough or select our purchases fast enough to suit anybody. Oh, and did I mention we were just grocery shopping at this point?
As for being fleeced? has anyone else noticed that no matter how much shopping we do and stuff we buy, the retailers are never happy with their ‘numbers?? Not to mention, seems like prices always go up this time of year on items I looked at just a few weeks before Thanksgiving.
And just to make sure everyone is clear: I celebrate the Christmas holiday. I respect all other cultures and religions; however, I believe tolerance and respect are inclusive, not exclusive. Don’t correct me or call me insensitive if I wish you a Merry Christmas, just wish me a kind greeting in your own way in return.
On another note? why do local governments always seem to plan major decisions or discussions right before a holiday, particularly Christmas break? Bah humbug.
For example, Orco Investments, Inc. has once again crawled into the daylight for a planning commission meeting. The McCord farmhouse has arisen again on Independence’s agenda. Clarkston Schools chose their last meeting to begin discussions on Headlee, Proposal A and financing. And Springfield Township makes several operational decisions on Dec. 8.
Oh, and be cautious, don’t rack up those credit cards too high? Independence Township has already hinted at a parks and recreation millage, especially now that land is available for a new senior center. And don’t forget the schools, their two (yes, that’s right, two) operational millages end this month. They need to figure out a new financing strategy as well.
In all, there are technically six different meetings between now and the weekend of Christmas. However, due to timing and the fact I can’t be in two places at once (really folks, I can’t), I’m only attending four. Well, I guess miracles do happen during this season in that regards.
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With that ending thought in mind, let me de-Grinch for a moment to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Be safe in your travels and have a great time with family and friends. I’ll see everyone soon!

I promised not so long ago ? especially for those of you not in the know ? to talk about a computer game I enjoy playing. Okay, let me be honest, not just any computer game, an addicting computer game, especially for me.
What computer game, you may ask. The Sims.
The Sims is a virtual reality game available on either computer or gaming systems. Depending on which version of the game owned, players can do everything from designing their own city to creating their own neighborhood complete with families. Heck, there are so many add-on programs, you can create your own virtual world.
Now, personally, I play on my husband’s computer (notice the possessive pronoun in there ? yes, that computer hates me ? I’m lucky it will let me play Sims at all). We have the basic Sims with some nifty expansion packs like Sim Date, Sim Downtown and Sim Vacation.
In the game, I have my own little neighborhood with a couple of homes. I get to design the homes from scratch, decorate them and fill them with stuff. I complete my fantasy with my very own make-believe people.
They can go swimming, play sports, get a job, read, cook, get married, have babies, set the house on fire? it’s like having imaginary friends, except mom and dad can actually see them!
Actually, the best part of the game is all the crazy downloads my tech-savvy husband finds on the internet. Oh, the many, many cheat codes and downloads he’s acquired!
Just to give you an idea, my husband created a Sims home with Darth Vadar as the father, Princess Leah as the mother (there’s one for Freud) and a Star Trek red-shirt as the son (no, he hasn’t died yet that I’m aware of). They live in this really messy castle. All of these are downloaded options.
Another cheat is with money. None of our Sims ever have to work because we can get them an unlimited supply of money. Want a $3.5 million dollar home filled with $5 million in stuff? Build it. Want a Sim that does nothing but go swimming? Design it. Want your Sim to sleep all day? Well, you can try it, but they may not let you.
See, that’s the catch with Sims. You can’t always control what they want. That’s right ? Sims want things. You may select their personality, but the Sims still have needs and desires. Oh, the irony. Even in a world you create, you can’t play God entirely.
In fact, my most recent Sim creation was giving me this problem ? one of the reasons I’m on hiatus from the game. She was out of control. One day she was demanding a baby. The next day she was married, but wanted a divorce. One day she tried dying by refusing to eat. Talk about a difficult child!
Here, I give her the world. I built her this fabulous mansion filled with every toy and gadget a Sim could want ? even a robot to do her house chores. She lives in a great neighborhood with lots of cute guys to date (courtesy of Sim Date and my husband’s downloads). I even took her on several ski and beach vacations and shopping in downtown. I finally even let her have a baby.
She was miserable. She would stomp her little feet at me constantly. I tried everything to make her happy. Maybe she’s depressed.
Listen to me, I’m talking like she’s a real person.
Geez, I maybe I need a new hobby.

Guess what ? I now have a four-year-old who thinks you get as many birthday parties as your age.
See, I have a somewhat unique situation with family and friends: they live far enough away that scheduling one birthday party is impossible, but close enough that at least two always seem to happen.
For example, my little Ethan turned four on Sept. 14, a Wednesday of all days. Worked well for me, the newest edition of The Clarkston News is out and on the stands, and I could vanish for the afternoon to attend one of his four, yes four, birthday celebrations.
The first party took place with Nana and Papa the Saturday before his actual birthday. Like all scheduling disasters, Grandma, Grandpa and the favorite uncle could not attend. However, Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa had a blast at the Chucky E. Cheese’s in Portage.
Party number two took place during preschool. I baked an unheard of amount of cupcakes for the event, and force-fed The Clarkston News staff the rest (confetti cake with the brightest primary colored frosting you’ve ever seen.) Again, no family members could attend.
The third party was Daddy and Mommy being a little selfish. Daddy wanted his little man to get at least one present on his actual birthday, and after finishing the paper for the week and surviving a cupcake bake-off, Mommy didn’t feel like making dinner.
Needless to say, Ethan also expected something a little more since he was absolutely convinced a set of tools would be magically appearing on this most special of days.
Finally, party number four happened this past weekend and included those grandparents, and of course favorite uncle, who could not attend any of the other festivities.
Like I said, I now have a four-year-old convinced he gets as many parties as he is years old.
Not to mention, more gifts for one holiday than any one child should probably receive. Oh yes, I admit it, he’s spoiled.
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On to another Ethan story: I feel a need to share the cutest part of all the birthday parties.
As I stated earlier, Ethan was absolutely convinced he was getting tools for his birthday. Actually, the original source of this expectation began six months ago when he spotted the desired objects in a toy store.
At that time, Daddy and I said ‘Well, not today. But maybe you can ask for them for your birthday.? Six months later, he not only remembered the tools, but expected them to magically appear on his birthday. (Kinda like Christmas, ya know?)
Well, the big day came and Daddy brought out his gifts, minus the tools. Let’s just say, I have never seen anyone work so hard to be happy with his presents, but the disappointment was clearly there.
Daddy asked if anything was missing and Ethan sadly shook his head ‘no.? Daddy asked are you sure, and Ethan said ‘yes.? Finally, Daddy relieved his suffering.
With a scream of joy, Ethan carried the biggest present yet from the office ? his tools. The shouts of jubilation lasted for several days.
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Briefly to another topic:
So, the Big Box is still a possibility in Independence Township. Anyone surprised?

I was sitting in the office the other day reading the ‘Cheers and Jeers? section of the Oakland Press when I realized how much I enjoy that type of straightforward opinion piece.
(And yes, for those jokesters out there, I do read newspapers other than my own.)
Okay, back on topic, ‘Cheers and Jeers.? I like the no halfway, no wishy-washy writing found there. I like the in-your-face ideas.
So, with that thought in mind, I’m going to do what any respectable writer does in such situations: I’m admitting to stealing the idea.
So here you are, my ‘ups and downs? of some recent events in the Clarkston area:
Ups ? to the Clarkston Area Chamber of Commerce for expanding their =coverage zone definition on the map. There’s plenty happening in Springfield Township and plenty of membership coming from there. Good job recognizing them.
Downs ? to COG (Citizens for Orderly Growth) for continuing to push their petition drive for a legal defense fund. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, stay grassroots and out of the taxing business.
Ups ? also go to COG for their efforts and foot work. I may not agree with the idea of a legal defense tax, but I acknowledge hard work and dedication, and this group has both.
Ups ? to the organizers of the Farmers? Market. Clarkston was long over due for such a traditional, ‘small town? event.
Downs ? to some of the individuals I observed at the packed Independence Township board meetings this month, especially during public comment. Booing, applauding and making remarks from the audience while a fellow resident is speaking is just plain wrong.
Ups ? to those residents who had the courage to speak during public comment at these meetings. Especially to COG during their petition presentation to the board.
Ups ? to the organizers of the Oakland County 4-H fair and to Springfield Township for housing the wonderful park and facilities. On a side note, my son, Ethan, loved the free petting barn with feed for the animals. He also enjoyed being a ‘farmer for a day.?
Finally, Ups ? to the end of summer being just around the corner and school beginning soon. Don’t throw anything too hard at me just yet? I’m just not the hot weather-type. I also miss all the great school and sports coverage we get the other nine months of the year.
So there you are folks. My opinions clear and simple. Man, I love writing like this.
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Okay, I’m not quite through just yet. There is one more thing to be said. I was saddened to learn that the Clarkston Jaycees recently dissolved.
I always feel a pain in my chest when I find an organization geared towards helping children has ceased work. The Jaycees did many wonderful things in this community, and their memory will live in the many students and adults they helped to become leaders.
More specifically, good luck to Tim Sievers, who did a great job organizing this year’s Fourth of July parade. I wish him well in his future.

I realized something this past week about myself ? I can accomplish an unbelievable amount when I’m home alone.
What am I talking about?
I’m talking about a week of freedom. A week without dirty laundry strung across the house. A week without dirty dishes piling up in the sink. A week without cooking for three. A week without fighting over the television station, the blankets, the bath night.
Bluntly stated, a week without my husband and son. Yes, sing with me ladies, shout from the roof tops, repeat the chant: A week of lovely freedom!
I was lucky enough this past week to enjoy a personal midsummer holiday. My husband was away working a friend’s band camp while my little one frolicked with his Nana and Papa, both on the west side of the state. I was home alone.
And what exactly did I do with my week of freedom? Well let’s just say I did what any working mother would do ? everything I couldn’t get done with a husband and son at home!
I still sit in amazement that I managed to finish all the laundry in one Sunday afternoon? that’s all, one afternoon. Not to mention I also got the dishes done, the house picked up and dusted, and the kitty-zone changed and cleaned. Once again, all in the same afternoon.
With momentum behind me, I dove into some long awaited projects that evening. I completed a scrapbook of my son’s second, and most of his third, years of life. I organized and stored many of my little man’s original and creative art projects from his first year at preschool. I even caught up on some missed magazine and newspaper articles.
Even with all this work completed, I found myself with time to spare that wonderful Sunday evening. I sat down to enjoy a DVD when, lo and behold, the DVD player wouldn’t work. Go figure.
So I decided to go on-line and return some forgotten e-mails, or catch up with my long neglected Sims. (For those not in the know, I will write a column on my Sims at a future date. Sometimes, I think their lives are more interesting than mine!) Again, lo and behold, the computer wouldn’t work and I couldn’t log onto the internet. Go figure.
I turned to my last resort for entertainment, my treadmill with a Sunday night rerun of ‘CSI: Las Vegas.? Once again, lo and behold, technology worked against me and I couldn’t watch CSI. Go figure.
My bad luck with technology continued throughout the week; only occassionally getting bits and pieces to work. I watched a few of the DVDs I normally don’t see with a house full of family. I even managed to get online for a short time period.
In the end though, I believe my poor bout with technology highlighted my accomplishments. In other words, I don’t think my house has ever stayed cleaner or tidier than this past week. I even read a book.
One more word though on my trying week with electronics, just to irk anyone who has experienced this ? my son and husband came home this past Saturday, and of course, every single piece of technology in the house worked like a charm. Go figure.

Before I begin regaling everyone in the Clarkston area with a witty tale of my beautiful 3-year-old, I must say my title is a little misleading ? I am not having problems with ‘my baby.?
In fact, I believe I must have one of the most agreeable 3-year-olds on the planet. Allow me to explain.
My little Ethan never fought when we took the bottle away, he dove into drinking from a cup with the grace of a swimmer. He pretty much potty trained himself. Bedtime and nap time have never been challenges.
He doesn’t make messes. Never drew on my walls with crayons. Already does his chores everyday, including making his bed and feeding his guinea pigs. Helps with the laundry. And picks up all his toys every night.
He even rode through the Fourth of July parade as a 1920s paper boy, passed out candy along the route and shouted ‘Extra! Extra!? whenever a newspaper landed in his hot little hands.
All in all, he’s a happy, energetic, talkative preschooler who listens to Mommy and Daddy.
So here’s the point of the headline ? he wants a baby. That’s right. Of all the people I could have harping about my future child plans, my 3-year-old picks up the mantra.
‘I’m going to have a baby,? he tells anyone within ear shot.
‘Let’s go to the store and buy a baby. I have money. We can drive Daddy’s pretty car.?
‘Kendall’s mommy has a baby.?
‘Guess what Mommy, Dora got a baby brother AND sister!? (For those not in the know, that would be ‘Dora the Explorer.?)
Over and over I hear about babies. He even has a ‘baby radar.? Any infant within 100 feet, and Ethan spots them. ‘Let’s go see the baby.?
Unfortunately, a set of his grandparents unknowingly fed the flames of my little one’s ‘baby? fire. My own mother bought him his own ‘Bath-time Baby,? complete with tub, washcloth and suds.
Oh what is a mother to do? ummm wait, don’t answer that?

Let me begin by letting everyone know something about myself ? I am impatient. That’s right, I have no shred of the trait in my being. Just ask my husband and son.
With that in mind, I have actually managed to wait about three weeks (through good-byes, introductions, a 75th celebration and the triumphant Sasha conclusion) to share some exciting news: I spoke with representatives from the White House!
And not just once, not just twice, but three times. Yes, three times I received calls from the White House; and the third time was certainly the charm.
To explain, The Clarkston News sent letters to several dignitaries (local, state and federal government officials) announcing our 75th anniversary. In the letters, we requested for the officials to help us honor the event with letters, proclammations, resolutions, etc. My name was attached to these letters ? hence, the phone calls.
I want to say thank you especially to Susan, a coordinator with White House public relations, for bringing my life a little excitement the day before our 75th open house. Susan, I’m afraid I can’t remember of her last name, contacted me about a congratulatory letter to The Clarkston News from President George W. Bush for our 75th anniversary. At the same time, she spoke to me about the possibility of the President ? yes, the man himself ? coming to our celebration. Woah, slow down the world!
Unfortunately, the big man was unable to attend. Our office manager, Rosemary, received a voicemail from another White House representative sending the President’s regrets.
However, briefly before our formal 75th celebration, our beautiful fax machine spit out a glorious copy of a signed and sealed congratulatory letter from the top. The original arrived by mail the following week. Wow, an actual letter with President Bush’s ‘John Hancock.? I’m still amazed.
Since then I’ve had a chance to reflect on the experience. Allow me to regress in age a moment to share my thoughts ? man was that cool!
Allow me to say also I’m thrilled that someone else received the call declining the President’s attendance. Imagine, for quite some time I was the only one receiving calls from the White House. Just think about how that made me look, hmmmm.
Feels pretty good not to be crazy.
To conclude, please enjoy the letter we received from President George W. Bush. I was so excited, I thought everyone should be able to share this keepsake.

I recently felt the urge to do something I really enjoy ? have fun with words. So please have patience (the will or ability to wait or endure without complaint) with me as I explore the following topic:
A pejorative look at lobbyists who do not comprehend newspaper form in relation to representative democracy.
(Note: all definitions in this column are from Webster’s New World dictionary, the approved resource of the Associated Press.)
Let’s begin with pejorative: ‘declining; making or becoming worse; disparaging or derogatory.? This should give readers an idea of the tone of my column. Yes, I’m being critical. Yes, many terms are ‘derogatory? or ‘declining,? i.e. knave or cretin. However, many words are not, i.e. lobbyist.
Lobbyist is an often misunderstood term. A lobbyist is ‘a person acting for a special interest group, who tries to influence the introduction of voting on legislation or the decisions of government administrators.? Doesn’t say anything about being paid to ‘lobby.? Also, doesn’t say the ‘lobbyist? can’t be a member of the ‘special interest group.? Lobbyists attempt to influence governmental decisions ? such as proposing a millage to fight developers (something which can only be placed on a ballot by governing bodies.)
Personally, I don’t have a problem with lobbyists and do not find the term pejorative. Sometimes I disagree with what a lobbyist is attempting to achieve; and I’m never happy to see a community group become so entrenched in government affairs they become lobbyists. I still respect the group and their general purpose; however, I disagree with their attempt.
Comprehend is pretty easy. I won’t waste time here.
Now, newspaper form is a combined term. Newspaper is ‘a publication regularly printed and distributed, usually daily or weekly, containing news, opinions, advertisements and other items of general interest.? Ah, that ending list of categories is key.
The form, ‘shape, outline or configuration,? of a newspaper contains a section called ‘opinions.? In journalism, opinions are separated into several categories: columns, editorials, ad-vertorials and letters to the editor.
For example, this column and the one I wrote last week are my opinion; not the newspaper’s, not any of the other writer’s, mine and mine alone. Not too many months ago, The Clarkston News contained an editorial on the Clarkston school district’s handling of the elementary redistricting; that was the newspaper’s opinion, supported by the assistant publisher and publisher.
Many individuals do not understand the difference between the two. I can voice an opinion that does not agree with the newspaper as a whole. I write this opinion for others to read with the hopes of making my little corner of the world better. If this means speaking out against new taxes or unwanted developers, so be it. If this means angering those who disagree, so be it.
I could go on concerning newspaper form; however, moving forward to the final terms of my topic: representative democracy.
The applicable definition of represent (there are nine entries, by the way) is ‘to speak and act for by duly conferred authority, as an ambassador for a country or a legislator for constituents.? Democracy is ‘government in which the people hold the ruling power either directly or through elected representatives; rule by the ruled.?
In simple terms, we elect people to do things the way we want them done. Does everyone always get what they want in this form of government? No. Can everyone work to make sure their voice is heard and their representative officials know their opinions? Yes. However, letting your voice be heard as a citizen and pushing forward an agenda (such as a millage for a legal defense fund against a specific developer) are two entirely different animals.
Voicing an opinion as a citizen in a representative democracy, not as a lobbyist in the non-pejorative sense, is where the newspaper form comes into play. Everyone can have a voice in the newspaper ? particularly through letters to the editor and special guest columnists. The newspaper is an open forum for discussion and opinions, both personal and group oriented.
So there you have it. I’ve had my fun with words.
Allow me to just end with this one statement: I’m not in favor of big box stores, but I’m not in favor of new taxes either.

ORCO Development, WalMart, rezonings, COG, Independence Township resolutions, lawsuits, taxes? whoa? wait a minute. Did I say that. Taxes?
Yep, that’s right. In the development ‘mess-that-would-be-WalMart,? the words ‘millage? and ‘taxes? have sprung to life. Oh my, the bureaucrats are giggling with glee.
Recently, COG announced the formation of a committee to research whether a small, one-time millage can be used to bring in funding for a ‘legal defense fund? for the township. The organization did state ‘our initial concept would be to have the entire community vote to decide.?
Allow me to put simply my initial reaction to this news ? What? Why is COG (a volunteer, grassroots organization I respect for their love and concern for their home, township and government officials) wanting to impose yet another tax burden on the good people of Independence Township?
There are so many reasons this is not right.
First, I will more than willingly pay any individual who can convince every single township resident to participate in a vote on a millage. And I will pay them again to pull that nifty trick every single election.
With that said, I don’t feel any vote on this matter would receive adequate representation from either side of the issue in an election. Regular elections often receive mediocre turnout, so why would this one be any different?
Second, there may possibly, conceivably be a contingent of residents who are not opposed to WalMart coming into Independence Township, and I don’t think these residents would treat this situation the same as a fire or police millage they did not want.
Third, I hate seeing a strong, community-based group turn into lobbyists.
Allow me to explain. COG does not have the power to levy a millage. This means the organization would have to convince Independence Township’s elected officials that a millage is the best route for raising legal funds.
At this point, COG is no longer a group of concerned citizens supporting their local government, but an organized group of individuals looking to move forward an agenda, that of keeping WalMart out of the township.
Finally, I don’t like the idea of opening the door for this kind of millage in the township. Township commissions and elected officials are suppose to treat all developers equally throughout the zoning, rezoning and site plan process ? no matter who they are or how much money they have.
If such a millage is found possible, and allowed, where will the lines be drawn for using such a tool, or weapon? Will it depend on how much money the developer has? Or how many residents are opposed to the development? That’s a can of worms I don’t want to open.
I’m not denying that the township will be hurting for legal funds if this situation results in a court battle. However, I feel COG can find a better way to raise the money.
Remember, grassroots organizations pound the grass. Instead of proposing a millage, COG members can go house to house and ask for a donation of the $69 that can then be donated to the township. I bet those who are concerned will give even more.

Oh my, oh my. Okay, I have a lot to say this week, so let’s get right down to it.
First, I got to spend my Friday evening with the Clarkston Village Players and their production of ‘Lost in Yonkers? ? and I have to say, one scene truly stole the show in the well-intentioned production.
Act II, Scene 2 centered around Aunt Belle, played by Elizabeth Wingert-Nelson. Belle is a woman with a ‘childlike? understanding of the world in a family that is bonded and torn apart by their relationships to each other.
In the scene, Belle tells her cold, hard, demanding mother; gangster brother; terrified sister; and na’ve nephews that she has found a man to marry and she wants to open a restaurant with him. The scene explodes into an emotional collapse for the family that leaves the audience wondering how everyone will continue forward.
I must say, Wingert-Nelson put forth an excellent performance. Her character was believable, emotional and innocent. Even though the focus of the play is on two young boys (Jay and Arty) being displaced in Yonkers, Belle was really the character that grew and changed.
The audience was able to see the cloudy veil lifted from the family as they faced her situation and reacted in their own unique ways. I lost track of the primary characters, the two youths in the play, and focused upon a woman who caught my attention from the moment she came on stage.
I felt sorry for the woman who was really ‘Lost in Yonkers,? until she found herself, and her family found themselves, in the end.
To get ‘Lost in Yonkers? with CVP, make sure to order tickets at 248-625-8811.
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Now, onto another topic. For the past year and a half, The Clarkston News has been running articles to celebrate our 75th anniversary. Well, guess what? those were only warm-ups for the real thing.
Allow me to go on about my job for a moment here.
For the past couple of months I have been making contacts, all be them sometimes preliminary, for help in putting together a special 75th edition of the paper. For those history buffs out there, this will be a real treat. We are planning stories on histories ranging from business in Clarkston to Clarkston schools to the newspaper to Clarkston in general to Sherman Publications, Inc. to top historic news stories. There will be lots and lots of pictures, and even a section on The Clarkston News as we operate today.
We are planning one stop-the-presses party including open house, trying to put together a cookout (no guarantees yet on that one!) and redoing the office for the whole shindig.
Oh, and did I mention all this is to be done by May 18? Say it with me ladies and gentlemen ? Aaackkk!!
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Well, it happened. I’ve run out space. I guess I will simply have to put everything else on hold and leave everyone with this final question: Did you remember to fill out your college basketball brackets?

Guess what. I’m looking forward to May.
Why do you ask? Not because of a birthday or anniversary or any other specific holiday, but because I get to learn what the next step is for ‘Leadership Clarkston.?
I get to learn what action will come from the abstract discussions on mission statements and community visions that took place at the Feb. 3 joint meeting. I get to learn who will take a ‘leadership? role in the action. I especially get to learn who will ‘foot the bill? of the action.
I wrote an article on ‘Leadership Clarkston? in last week’s edition. I talked about the concept, the goals and the various participants. I even did a side-bar on the history and the results of last year’s session.
Amazingly, what stands out most to me in those articles is not what was accomplished with the sessions, but who ‘led? those sessions and reached the resulting goals.
Looking back over those articles, I realized who the true ‘Leaders of Clarkston? are ? the local business owners.
That’s right, not those belonging to the government entities, not those with the school district and not even those belonging to the various charity and service organizations. No, ultimately everything comes back to the small business owners. Think about it:
Without local business owners, everyone would have to travel for services. Up for an hour drive to get a pizza, anyone?
Without local business owners, everyone in the community would be a commuter. Everyone would have to travel for their income. The ‘sense of community? would diminish.
Without local business owners, the schools would begin to fail and crumble. Imagine trying to pass a millage without the support of local businesses. Heck, Proposal A was created specifically to try and assist schools in low economic (and more likely than not low business) areas.
Without local business owners, there would be no need for a local government. The tax base to pay for one would be rock bottom. Employment counts in the area would be nonexistent. The population counts would drop dramatically.
Ultimately, without local business owners, there would be no community. The gold mine would dry up, and the area would become another American ghost town.
After last year’s ‘Leadership Clarkston? meetings, the Clarkston Area Chamber of Commerce (i.e. local business owners) took the lead and ran with the ‘volunteer? theme.
The chamber offered spotlighting in the business directory for non-profits. The chamber created and heads the Clarkston online community calendar. The chamber provided free advertising in the monthly business newsletter for non-profits, and so on. The chamber led.
What I’m anxious to see happen is for ‘Leadership Clarkston? to move beyond the vague ideas. I’m ready to see the joint effort find a solid, worthy project without all the bureaucracy.
I’m ready to see the government entities, the school district and the non-profits take as strong a lead as the Clarkston Area Chamber of Commerce did this past year.
I’m ready to see something happen in May.

There’s something that’s been bothering me lately the more and more I think about it; and I can thank my publisher for even putting the thought in my head.
At the Jan. 10 Independence Township board meeting, the trustees approved just below a 3 percent raise for all non-union salaried employees, including the supervisor, clerk and treasurer.
On the surface, this doesn’t sound so bad, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’m not pleased, and here’s why:
Why is an elected official, in office for just over a month at the point of the decision and already receiving the salary of a predecessor with 20 years experience, getting an almost 3 percent raise? In simpler terms, why didn’t Supervisor Dave Wagner take the lead and refuse his raise?
Okay, let me back up and begin by taking the advice of someone I truly look up to and respect ? always begin criticism with a compliment.
So here I go. Since taking office, Wagner has shown some impressive moxy (to steal a word recently resurrected by my sports reporter) in recent decision making. He stuck to his guns and his campaign promises, and made some difficult decisions and recommendations.
He’s attempting to make his advisors more local, as he promised in his campaign, and he is looking into the township budget to find ways to streamline.
Now, I want to see him go a step further.
I would like to see Mr. Wagner take the lead for the entire township board to return the elected officials? raises. In times when state revenue sharing is shrinking faster than my favorite wool sweater in a hot drier, when the township budget lists Bay Court Beach closed, when large battles against strong developers loom in the distance… I want the township board to act prudently and conservatively.
No, we’re not talking about a lot of money when considering million dollar budgets, but I was always taught every penny can add up to a dollar, and so on, and so forth.
Take a moment to add: The supervisor’s raise is $2,127; the treasurer and clerk are each receiving $1,899; and the trustees are each receiving $133.65 (multiplied by four is $534.60). That’s a total of $6,459.60. A nice chunk of change that could go to reopening Bay Court Beach.
This has nothing to do with whether the township board is doing an adequate job or whether the trustees and elected leaders deserve the raises. This simply has to do with appearances.
The appearance of the board doing everything possible to be fiscally responsible. The appearance of the board putting aside every dollar to reopen Bay Court Beach. The appearance of the board giving up money, to benefit township employees and public services, in the same meeting that building department fees were raised.
The appearance of the board doing what is right for the taxpayers.
Now, to follow the advice of another individual I respect, I’m going to end this mini-rant with a compliment: Wagner and the township board were absolutely brilliant when they appointed Joan McCrary to the planning commission. Yes, absolutely brilliant.

Two new additions to the Clarkston Village Players strutted their acting chops at the opening night of the troop’s production of ‘Proof? by David Auburn.
Christine Marie Horstmann debuted as the lead Catherine, a brilliant young woman attempting to discover exactly how much she resembles her father, and how much she resembles herself.
The first thing to catch my attention about the new CVP actress occurred even before the opening act – I noticed in the program that Christine studied in the Studio Program at The American Musical and Dramatic Academy in New York, and now works as a communication and project specialist for Oakland County Mental Health Authority.
I found this little bit of irony funny since her debut role with CVP is as a young woman with possible mental health problems being dragged to New York by a domineering sister. Talk about studying up for a part.
Christine did a wonderful job at creating a believable woman lost in a world of confusing relationships while trying to find certainty in numbers.
Also making his CVP debut is Adam Kipiniak as the nervous, ‘geeky? Hal, a math professor in Chicago.
Adam comes to the CVP stage with a wide variety of acting experiences, including composing the music, writing the book and performing in his one-night only production of Jenny: The Jennifer Michael Wickens Story, a one act musical.
The one point about Adam’s performance that really caught my attention was how he turned looking uncomfortable into an art form. At first I thought he was simply nervous in his debut role ? at least until my more highly educated, observant and loving husband Tom pointed out that was actually the demeanor of the character. Okay, so sue me – now I get the stiff on-stage awkwardness. I bow to the masters.
Finally, not to leave out the veterans, I would like to keep my comments on Cynthia Haaseth (Claire) and Verne Vackaro (Robert) like their performances: clean, simple and believable. Cynthia, I just want to say, I would truly hate having you as an older sister. And Verne, I’ve met many like you, and I miss them.
Now onto the play!
Anyone terrified after hearing the word ‘drama? can relax. ‘Proof? follows the definition referring to a rollercoaster of emotions, not simply an ‘allow-your-girlfriend-to-bawl-her-eyes-out? date requirement.
I laughed at moments, I teared up at others ? and no, there were no free-flowing tears. I really became immersed in the play and the characters.
One thing I must mention – I did walk away unsatisfied with the ending. Allow me a moment to explain, while trying my hardest not to ruin the best part.
Simply stated ? I wanted more. Not necessarily the happy blue sky with silver lined clouds over green prairie pastures more. Just more. I wanted Hal to give a little more. I wanted Catherine to demand a little more, take a little more. I wanted Claire to at least try a little more.
I wanted more.
That’s what made this play a good drama. I walked away not just understanding the main theme, but feeling it. I walked from the Depot Theatre understanding Catherine’s search.
‘Proof? runs January 21-23 and 27-29. Tickets are $10 for Thursday and Sunday performances, and $12 for Friday and Saturday.
For more information or to reserve tickets, please call 248-625-8811.

Okay, I know I wrote the article on the AED drive by the Clarkston Philanthropic Endeavor, but I couldn’t just leave that wonderful piece to stand on its own. I’m feeling the urge to voice an opinion.
And who wouldn’t on a topic like this? Just imagine how many lives would be affected, how many emergency personnel would be assisted, if AED units were as common as fire extinguishers.
Not to mention the simplicity of these machines. Now, I have a bit of a confession to make ? I am not technologically inclined. Go figure. No surprises there.
With that in mind, I truly was impressed by how easily anyone can use these devices. Each machine comes with not only written, but verbal instructions: ‘Attach pads to chest? or ‘Press the red button.? Also, each machine performs a scan to determine whether or not a shock is needed – the decision is made for the person assisting the victim. We don’t have to play doctor. The machine takes the appropriate readings and then decides if the victim is in sudden cardiac arrest. No guess work. I like that.
Finally, for those concerned about the legal aspects of these units or any laws pertaining to using one ? that is to say those lawyers out there ? there are protective measures in place. The Good Samaritan Law applies to everyone who provides a humanitarian act, including the use of an AED. I like that too.
So with all these brief thoughts in mind, I encourage all Clarkston area local business owners to go to the CPE’s website at www.clarkstonaed.org. Let’s make a holiday commitment that means something to each and every one of us.

The Clarkston Village Players have once again outdone themselves with an outstanding performance of ‘The Secret Affairs of Mildred Wilde.?
I attended the Nov. 19 sold-out showing, and soon realized why so many people were in attendance.
‘Mildred Wilde,? a.k.a. Susan Craves, carried the humorous tone of the performance for the cast. Her facial expressions gave the needed punctuality and her portrayal of a dysfunctional housewife looking to escape was right on target. She was ‘desperate.? Combine Mildred with straight man ‘Roy Wilde,? played by Al Bartlett, and you have a hilarious combination.
When thinking about the supporting cast of characters, I must take a moment to note the sheer guts possessed by ‘Bertha Gale,? played by Gina-Marie Hernandez. You go Girl! I can’t even do a sexy maid’s costume for Halloween, much less attempt to portray a domineering, control-oriented feminist in one. My sides truly started hurting at that moment.
And speaking of side-splitting scenes, I encourage everyone to see the play just to witness the costumes worn by Chuck Storey, a.k.a. ‘a little bit of everybody.? I’m afraid to break this to the other characters – he stole the show more than once.
Oh my, picture this: Mr. Storey strutting femininely across the stage wearing only an ill fitting sequined showgirl’s costume, including a brazier that won’t clasp in the back, and a bright, shiny head piece. Vegas beware.
And it gets better. At another point, he comes on stage wearing only a loin cloth. That’s right – Tarzan’s loin cloth. I say it again, Oh my.
To offset these outrageous moments, a great cast of characters rounded out the performance: Melissa Breckenridge as Helen Wild, Jackie-Sue Salter as Carroll Chatham, Sarah Lasky as Sister Cecilia, JoAnn Sellers as Miss Manley, Darwin Spaysky as Mr. Bulby and Paula Todd as Evelyn, TV Hostess. And not to be remiss, I applaud the stage crew for a well designed 1970s inspired set.
‘The Secret Affairs of Mildred Wilde? was certainly an enjoyable comedy. Congratulations to the cast and crew for yet another great performance.
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Now, a moment of down right rude, inexcusable gloating in what has been a rocky football season…. Pbbbbbth!!!! Na, Na-NaNa! Ohio 37 – Michigan 21. ‘nuf said.