While there are worse things than having a loved one far from home in danger, it is not pleasant.
Nights are either rendered sleepless because the time difference demands one be awake to phone or what is worse by worry about not being able to phone.
We empathize with Wyatt Cox.
It was but a year ago we endured that private hell when our son Arieh stood entusiastically on the brink of war.
And like Mr. Cox we were astounded at the outpouring of sympathy.
This is what we wrote then: We thank all of all of our freinds family and perfect strangers who expressed their concern and good wishes for our son Arieh over the last two weeks.
While we have said this many times before, it bears repeating again.
This place we live in, this place we raised Arieh along with his two borthers and sister is a remarkable one. Indeed if we did not experiance it ourselves often and repeatedly we would simply not believe it.
We know the support we received not only in the last two weeks but over and over again has very little to do with ourselves. We know we are not that likeable much less lovable.
Rather the goodness comes from good people and it is an honor and a previledge to call you dear readers– neighbors.
And without false modesty it has been proven true again.
It is heartening to see new homes rise again in Wendover.
It has been a long dry spell.
And we hope that it is only the beginning.
With the mine coming in and perhaps the gaming industy rebounding the ten year stagnation of our community could be ending.
Let us hope that these much needed new shoots of growth are not hampered by over regulation.
Our city’s motto used to be “Come Grow With Us!!!”
Perhaps it should be again.
We say a very fond farewell to Sandra Gunter in her retirement from the West Wendover Police Department.
Sandy always struck us as a small town cop.
Not in a bad way.
She knew her town, she knew her people.
She knew if there was trouble who to roust and she did it with as much politeness as the situation allowed.
She was a real person who was not blinded by her authority or her uniform from the first day she wore the badge to the last.
We shall miss her her and wish her well.