Suspicious fires under investigation
by Larry Stanford
Editor

Upson County Sheriff’s investigators are looking into three suspicious house fires that occurred on January 7. The trio of fires is suspicious because all three homes were vacant at the time, one home was set on fire twice, and in at least one home, firefighters believe an accelerant was used to cause the fire to spread more rapidly than normal. A fourth house fire, which occurred just over the county line in Lamar County, is also being investigated.

The first fire was called in shortly after midnight on Jan. 7. A neighbor to 6455 Crest Highway heard dogs

barking, looked out the window, and saw the mobile home, which sat directly across from Wilson’s Market, on fire. By the time Deputy James Hollis and the Thurston Volunteer Fire Department arrived, the singlewide trailer was fully engulfed in flames. This was the second time in two weeks that the structure was set on fire. On Dec. 28, Benjamin Scott Whatley of Meansville called for an officer to come to the scene. Whatley told Sgt. Ronald Barfield he had just closed the purchase of the residence and received the keys. When he went in the home, he found three back windows had been broken out and signs of a fire. Barfield stated he found burnt carpet under one window, fire damage to a wall, and soot on the walls, floors and ceilings. Sgt. Barfield spoke with Tim Cherry of Team One Real Estate Professionals, who told him the house was a VA foreclosure. Cherry said he had last been at the house on Dec. 20, and everything was okay then.

Deputies and firefighters responded to another suspicious structure fire two hours later. Dep. Mario Cromer was dispatched to a house fire at 260 Willis Road at 2 a.m. When he arrived, The Rock VFD was on scene and stated that the house was actually in Lamar County. Cromer radioed in, and when Lamar County deputies arrived, he turned the scene over to them. According to Chief Deputy Leslie Holmes of the Lamar County Sheriff’s Department, that fire is also considered suspicious because the house was vacant at the time.

The third and fourth fires occurred around 11:30 p.m. that night and relatively close to each other. A structure fire at 135 Pickard Road was called in, with Sgt. Neill Sanders responding. When Sanders arrived, he found a doublewide trailer situated far off the road fully engulfed in flames. Stacy Harper, who lives in a house closer to Pickard Road, stated a neighbor had called and told him the trailer was on fire, and he called 9-1-1. Thurston VFD responded to the blaze, but the trailer was a total loss. According to Sander’s report, Jan Knight of Day Realty was in the process of selling the trailer to Adam Tanner, with the closing set for Jan. 11.

Kevin Kaczmarek, a volunteer with Northside VFD, was on his way down Burkett Road to assist at the Pickard Road fire when he saw flames and smoke coming out of one side of a brick home at 402 Burkett Road. Kaczmarek called the fire in and stated he did a walk around the house, which was vacant, and found the fire in a room on the northeast side of the house, and a broken window on the northwest side. In Sgt. Sanders’ report, Kaczmarek said the fire became strong quicker than it normally would, and he believes an accelerant was used. Northside and Thurston VFD’s responded to the fire, which caused heavy fire damage throughout the house. The home is owned by Margaret Karafa, but was vacant and up for rent by Day Realty.

It is believed all four of these fires may be related, as well as a number of other fires in 2012 and 2013 in Upson, Lamar and Monroe counties. The Sheriff’s Departments in all three counties have launched a joint investigation into the fires. For more on the joint investigation, see a related story in the Tuesday, Jan. 15 issue of The Thomaston Times.

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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Sook and the best wedding ever
by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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Sook and the best wedding ever
by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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Sook and the best wedding ever
by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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Sook and the best wedding ever
by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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Body of missing man found in Flint Friday
by Martha Anne McCarty
Upson Co. EMA Director
Jun 20, 2013 | 281 views | 0 0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print

A 30 year-old male from Mauk who went missing after a day of swimming and camping on the Flint River on Saturday, June 8, has been found.

Rescue Chief Bobby Booker and his team spent Friday afternoon, June 14, conducting a three-abreast kayak and canoe run through Yellowjacket Shoals. Ryan Barfield, age 30, was found near the point of a small island in the section of river between the two portions of Yellowjacket Shoals. They secured the body and hiked out to South Roland Road, where they were met by DNR rangers, Upson SO, EMA personnel, and the Deputy Coroner for Upson County. EMA’s ATV was utilized to take personnel back into the scene and recover the body. The Coroner’s Office had the body transported to the GBI Crime Lab in Atlanta for an autopsy per protocol in this type of death.

Our condolences go out to the Barfield family. With the EMA Rescue Team’s mission complete, this family can now have closure.

Many agencies were involved in this operation. Upson EMA would like to identify and thank the following agencies involved: Georgia Department of Natural Resources Rangers, who stayed on scene 24/7 since it began; Upson County Sheriff’s Office; Talbot County Sheriff’s Office; Georgia State Patrol; GSP’s Dive Team; Georgia K9 Rescue Association; numerous EMA volunteers from surrounding volunteer fire departments in Upson and Talbot Counties – Thurston, Northside, Rock Hill, Woodland, O’Neal, Talbotton; Georgia Forestry Commission; City of Woodland PD K9; Upson County Coroner’s Office; Talbot County Coroner’s Office; and Upson EMA Command Staff. This was one of the smoothest coordination efforts of multiple agencies that has ever been completed by Upson EMA.

Upson EMA would also like to thank the numerous donors who brought water, sports drinks, snacks and food to the operation area for all the responders. Many contributed meals for the responders or provided discounted items to the operation or collected the items dropped off. Individuals and companies involved: Upson County Chairman Rusty Blackston, Golden Living Center, McDonald’s, Little Ceasar’s, Peachtree Café, The Rock Ranch, Dwarf House-Griffin, First Baptist Church of Thomaston, The Gathering, Women of Faith/Mountain View Baptist Church, Sunnyside Grocery, Mildred Baughcum, Chris Sanchez, Northside Superette, Ingles, Wal-Mart, Sylvia Hills Christian Church, Thomaston Fire Department, and a host of individuals yet unnamed. For all of the support, Upson EMA is grateful.

To the members of the EMAs of Pike, Lamar, Meriwether, Talbot, Taylor and Upson who were preparing for an all-out bank search on Saturday, June 15, we say thank you for your willingness to participate.

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by Len Robbins
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Jun 20, 2013 | 48 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print

His neck was of red, his face that of white, and his mood blue.

Or, at least, I assumed it was blue by the scowl on his face. Moments later, I realized that his wasn’t a frown, but rather a face contorted into perceived sorrow by the bulging dip of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.

He was my wife’s escort to be seated, a groomsman in one of the many weddings I’ve had the honor to attend in recent times. Tis being wedding season, I’ve decided to recount this particular wedding and its unique environs.

The dipping groomsman was the first tip that this wedding could become an interesting bazaar of the bizarre – certainly worthy of my reception attendance.

I was not disappointed.

The six groomsmen were adorned in matching tuxedos with tails; three with their hair also sporting tails. When the groom and his best man emerged, all of the groom’s wedding lineup started to giggle. One of them pointed behind us, back up the aisle. I looked back to see a white poster hanging from the eave of the balcony. In red ink (or perhaps blood), it read (verbatim): “Its not to late to run!”

I chuckled heartily, then turned back to my wife. She was not amused, giving me a stone-faced sigh of disapproval.

The ceremony was basically traditional. The bride was given away by her father, who took out his toothpick to kiss her on the cheek before he gave away her hand in marriage. The bride then sang two selections – “Did You Ever Know You’re My Hero,” and “Live Like You Were Dying.” I was hoping for the medley to continue with “It’s My Wedding and I’ll Sing If I Want To.”

Instead, I was thrilled when the groom said “I do,” and a man about four rows behind me screamed, “I HEARD THAT!”

The vow-sealing kiss was also memorable in both its time span and gusto.

Midway through the embrace, I grabbed a tithing envelope and scratched down “So, we get to see the wedding ceremony and the consummation?,” and handed it to my wife.

Again, the sigh of disapproval.

As they ran down the aisle, properly hitched, I looked back up at the sign on the eave. It had been turned over, and now read: “Git Er Done!”

The reception was held at the father of the bride’s house. The entertainment for the reception crowd was… the reception crowd. A karaoke machine was set up in the corner of a game room, which included, among other attractions, a pool table, a foosball table, video games, and a Dale Earnhardt pinball machine. I don’t know if they brought all that in special for this occasion or not.

We hadn’t been there for 45 minutes when a commotion splintered the mob on the deck around the garbage cans holding kegs of beer. Two women – at least in their late 50s, both in their Sunday best – began to scrap, knocking over one of the kegs during their hair-pulling melee.

After witnessing this blessed event, I hustled back to my wife in the more serene inside quarters.

“Honey, you missed it,” I gasped. “These two older ladies got into a fight and knocked over one of the kegs. The big guy who set up the karaoke machine broke it up and told them to ‘take it out to the pasture.’ It was great.”

Returning to the game room, I was in line at the Galaga machine when I struck up a conversation with the dipping groomsman, who introduced himself as “Sook.” Sook and I became fast friends, and he invited me to the “after-the-party party” at the local VFW.

“Do you really need an ‘after-the-party party’‚ Sook?,” I asked as Uncle Keith sang “It’s Raining Men.” “I mean, this one seems to be going pretty well to me.”

Rather than risk another sigh of disapproval, I didn’t mention Sook’s invite to my wife. Not long thereafter, keys in hand, she came up to me while I was in line to ride the mechanical bull and indicated it was time to leave.

“Aw, come on,” I said, third in line after a 20-minute wait. “I want to ride the bull… and somebody else may get in a fight. You can’t miss that again.”

On our way out, Sook fell in our path.

“Leaving so soon? Where ya going?”

I explained that we had a babysitter and needed to get back home.

“Well, we’ll see ya’ll again next time,” he said.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time they get married again,” he said, cackling as he stumbled off.

Blue, he wasn’t. Nor was I.

© Len Robbins 2013

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