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4 I The Lovell Chronicle I October 27, 2011 ii!ii!iiiiiiiii iiiiiiiii li:: i Lett have fun with the Pumpkin, Fest What great fun the Lovell Pumpkin Festival will be this weekend - if the folks participate. The Pumpkin Fest is the brainchild of Hen House proprietor John Lafko, who saw a similar event in ac- tion over the years in Keene, New Hampshire, a town about the size of Rock Springs. The Lovell Area Cham- ber of Commerce has jumped on board to help spon- sor the festival this year. Keene started small, gathering around 600 pump- kins for display in 1991, and by 2009, the festival had grown to nearly 30,000 of the big, orange gourds on display all over that community. Lovell can't match Keene, but John idea is to add a nice splash of fall color to Lovell Main Street and give families something fun to do. The concept is simple: Carve a jack-o-lantern or two and bring them to the Chamber of Commerce build- ing on Friday. John and the Hen House will add Glow Sticks and place the pumpkins in a two-block area of Main Street - in the veterans park, the mural park, park next to Lovell Drug and other areas. The pumpkins will be lit on Friday night, add color all day Saturday, be lit again on Saturday night and then be available to be collected on Sunday so that families can have the jack-o-lanterns back at their homes for Halloween on Monday night. Any pumpkins left downtown will be cleaned up. There is also a free community dance Saturday night at the Lovell Rec Building - the old B&G Lumber build- ing on Main Street. Music will be provided by the Cow- ley Boys. Store owners are also invited to make scarecrows for display. This promises to be a lot of fun for the family, and it can really be a neat festival that could grow over the years - but only if people embrace it. The possibilities for expansion are endless. Think food and fun. The great thing is that you can make your jack-o- lantern and then get it back for display at your own home, and the Hen House handles the lighting, too. Let embrace and have fun with this festival. Bring your pumpkin to the Chamber on Friday. David Peck Letters to the editor Byron mayor, council need to enforce ordinances Dear editor, My name is Dennis Nolte. I live in Byron. I am writing this letter to the editor to see if we can take up a donation for the town cop of Byron to buy a compass to let him know there is more than one street in Byron. Seems all he knows is east and west. Enough said on above; now I would like to inform people of or- dinances that are not enforced: Weeds. Junk cars, trucks and stock trailers with no current tags for 2011. In a one-block area - W. Yel- lowstone and N. Center St. - there are 27 barking dogs. I com- plain and nothing happens. N. Center St. had a 25 mph on the corner of N. Center and W. Yellowstone. This sign has been down all summer of 2011. The speed limit is open; you more or less travel at your own risk. We have empty mobile homes that have been empty for over 10 years. Why has the town mayor and council not removed these breeding grounds for stray cats and dogs? The Byron Improvement Group has two new homes that have not been finished for years. Do they keep weeds mowed? No. Byron may not be a great place to live, but it might be a nice place to live if the mayor and town council would enforce ordi- nances. Dennis Nolte 2011 MEMBER Postmaster: Send address changes to The Lovell Chronicle, USPS 321-060 234 E. Main, Lovell, Wyoming 82431 (307) 548-2217 Published every Thursday Periodical postage paid at Lovell, Wyom Editor and Publisher: David Peck Reporter: Patti Carpenter Staff: Gladys McNeil, Pat Parmer, Dorothy Nelson, Marwyn Layne, Teressa Ennis, Jason Zeller, Cheryl Jolley, Stormy Jameson Is a small town post office necessary? What makes a town? Would it be the same without its people? Would it be the same without its gathering places? Would it be the same without its post of- rice? Even a ghost town is made interesting mostly by the evidence of the people who used to congregate there, and by the rem- nants of the places those folks used to con- gregate --like the churches, the schools, the saloons and yes, the good ol' post of- rice. The post office is the place that brought our ancestors the news from near and far, the place they gathered to hear the latest about the goings on around town and, for some, it still serves that function. One of the toughest things for me to get used to when I moved to Lovell some months back was the fact that there is home mail delivery in town. Prior to that, I lived in places for many years where going to that special little building in the center of town to check my mail was a daily rit- ual I looked forward to. Home delivery? Convenient, yes, but a bit of an odd adjustment for me because my trip to the post office had become a highlight of the day for me, one that I really looked forward to. It was the only time I saw certain people, especially my more distant neighbors, who lived a little further outside of the town limits than I did. It wasn't just about the little envelopes crammed into a box that only I possessed the magic key to. It was how I knew my 72-year-old neighbor Paul was okay. It was how I found out ol' Mike was getting re- married. It was how I knew Marcie's cat had kittens Patti Carpenter Impressions and that Phyllis needed someone to help her split wood. Of equal importance to all else, it was a major source of human in- teraction for me and my fellow townsfolk. Can downloading my Email in a dark little room by myself really replace this ritual? I think not. This week I attended yet another meeting that threatened to take this im- portant gathering place away from a com- munity. This time it was Deaver. A. few months ago it was ago Byron. In Wyoming alone, 44 of these vital community gather- ing places are on the chopping block await- ing a decision based solely on a reading of "the numbers" by a group of individuals in the heart of a concrete jungle somewhere, and somehow I don't get the feeling they are looking at the alternatives. I say this because, once again, I heard citizens make good suggestions about how to make the whole process more efficient from a business standpoint, and once again those suggestions seemed to fall on deaf ears. The question was asked repeatedly, "Is cutting services the only answer?" A question fol- lowed by many excellent ideas that would cut costs. Does a town really die when it loses it post of- rice? At this meeting and all the others I've attended, this seems to be a major concern expressed by the citizens of these small communities. What's left of a small town when the school, the post office and the local caf closes? Unfortunately, it looks like we're about to get the answer to that question with decisions pending for the town of By- ron within a matter of days and for Deaver within a matter of weeks. Wandering thoughts cause strange brain waves Periodically it's good (I think) to list one's wandering thoughts, which is what I've done here. This could explain why I never advanced much. *why do medical offices have Patient Registration, but not Impatient Registra- tion? *Why do so many people constantly drive on the left lanes of two-lane divided roadways when they don't plan to pass or make a left turn for another 450 miles? *Why does the U.S. government send bazillions of dollars to countries that don't have to repay the money and have no in- clination to demonstrate that the money is being put to good use? *Why have I lost most of the hair on my head? And why do I have more hair in my nose and in my ears? *How come everything I really like is illegal, im- moral or fattening? *Has anyone else had the privilege of seeing fall leaves being blown across a road like a herd of small animals? *If mankind evolved from monkeys and apes, Bob Rodriguez why do we still have monkeys and apes? *Why are some relatives called in- laws instead of outlaws? *How come we say that people are in- sane? Shouldn't we say that they are out- sane? *Why don't our children telephone us more often? *Has anyone else out there had the exciting experience of living with six cats and six cat litter boxes? *Why does my wife enjoy rearranging the living room furniture when I'm not looking? *When will the lacerations on my legs heal from the endearing habit some of our kitties have of using our legs as scratch- ing posts? *Are we alone in the universe? *May I please have another burrito made of non- fat frijoles and a low-fat tortilla? And what about an- other bottle of root beer? *Will I ever conquer the world of computers? *Why do I find certain asp of life amusing, while my wife thinks I'm oUtsane?, :v, . Letter to the editor Ghosts, goblins and a really dark cave Dear Editor, What a wonderful fall sea- son we are having. It has been so nice out that I almost forgot that one of my most favorite events is about to happen. Yes, you got it, Halloween. I love Halloween. I get to cover my house in skel- etons, spiders, bats and other creatures. I love seeing all the differ- ent costumes and the hollering of "Trick or Treat." Plus, I get to eat whatever I don't give away. I re- ally think that Halloween brings out the person's true nature. A witch gets to be herself that day, as do warlocks. It is scary when I see guys wearing dresses. And of course, I get to scare myself ev- ery day by looking in the mirror. I have always enjoyed an active lifestyle, cliff diving, wa- ter skiing, spelunking, etc., but I have yet to convince myself to jump out of a perfectly good air- plane. One of my scariest times was exploring caves in Ken- tucky. Normally, the guides take five to 10 people through the caves, but this day there were 32 of us. While I was growing up, I had this reoccurring dream that always ended with me sitting in the bottom of a well. I never knew what it meant but that day, to enter the caves, we had to descend a ladder - yep, down a well. When we reached the bot- tom, there was a hole in the wall to crawl through. I stopped and waited while I got my courage up. I turned on my light and crawled through the hole only to bump my head against a rock (back then we didn't wear helmets). A guide sitting there laughed and said to move toward him very carefully as there was a 200-foot drop-off to my left. Gee, thanks, I said as I rubbed my head. This is not a good start. He then tells me that there are many small, tight crawl spac- es and that there are many holes in the caverns, which are full of water. "If you slip and fall into the water, try not to go under," he tells me. "Because if you do, the water is too muddy to see and you'll drown." This just keeps getting better. So off I go and I notice that there are people with backpacks, cameras, a bipod, multiple can- teens, telephones - back then they were a foot long in size - ex- tra clothes and more. I had my canteen and a small bag of trail mix in my pocket. As we moved along, more and more people couldn't carry what they brought, so for some reason, they kept giv- ing it to me. I mean, there we are, going through tight crawl spac- es, some seemingly a hundred foot long with dirt coming down into your eyes and I'm pushing a backpack in front of me while pulling a bipod, a sleeping bag, a first aid kit and somebody's ex- tra pair of boots. I can barely fit through these dark tunnels much less loaded down like a mule. I'm having the time of my life. All sense of time stops in caves as we traveled further and further, down a slope, up a slope, jumped off a ledge, climbed up onto another and crawled through mud until we finally got to the main cavern. This place is so big, no matter how much light, you can't see anything but you can feel the bats as they fly past your head, then hear the scream of the girl who got a bat stuck in her hair. What a wonderful trip this is. And then the guide an- nounces, "People, the exit has caved in so we have to go back the way we came." Off I go through darkened passageways followed by a single girl. Where the rest of the group was, I had no idea. As I had nev- er been down this cave before, I had no idea where I was going. I didn't know I was moving as fast as I could. I could feel the earth closing in around me and I just wanted to get out of that cave. So much so I missed jumping over one of the water holes. As I fell, I threw the bipod, sleeping bag and backpack I was carrying over the hole that was about to devour my being. I hit with a splash, but I moved so fast to avoid going un- der that I believe I walked on wa- ter that day. Oh sure, save some- one's bipod but drown yourself. Somehow, I made it back to the bottom of the well. As I caught my breath and slowed my heart, the girl that had followed me laughed, telling me she had never seen anyone move so fast when I hit that water. We talk- ed for a bit and when we finally had the strength, we climbed the ladder out the well. Up top, cov- ered in mud and dirt, there were 18 other people. Ve were missing 11 people plus the two guys help- ing the broken ankle lady. Three hours later, they all made it out. Can you believe it, the guy was mad I had gotten his boots wet in the water? So why do I love Halloween? I have done enough to scare myself in life, so now I get to scare oth- ers. So for this Halloween, I have been training bats to get caught in your hair, and as much as I would love to dig a well with a hole in the bottom and make the kids crawl through a dirt tunnel, I think I'll just stick with wear- ing the most horrible costume of all. I may even share some of the bags and bags of candy I bought. Happy Halloween! Gary Noth, Lovell Letters to the editor The Lovell Chronicle welcomes letters from its readers and will make every effort to print them. Letters longer than 400 words may not be printed. Letters must be signed and include the address and telephone number of the writer. Unsigned letters will be discarded. Writers are limited to two letters in any 30 day period. All letters must conform to the law of libel and be in good taste. They may be mailed to The Lovell Chronicle, Box 787, Lovell, WY 82431, or delivered to our office at 234 E. Main St., Lovell. 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