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POWER TO CHANGE

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“NOTHING EVER BECOMES REAL TILL IT IS EXPERIENCE.”

John Keats

When you ever lose the feeling that you no longer can have any ability to effect a change of anything that is wrong, let me offer you a life line. It is sure that there is no stopping the madness in Washington. By the time any brains, sense, or courage is found we may be too far down the road to ruin. If you could find any hope that you can change anything for the better, let me give you a twinkling of hope.

Take your pen and calendar and mark out September. Put a mark on three dates. The Kansas State Fair, the Medicine Lodge Peace Treaty Festival, and the Walnut Valley Festival. Get a camper and start fitting it out to travel to sanity. While you still can. Still can?

Better yet mark Winfield for a special occasion. Yes there is one chance to do what you can and go to Winfield Walnut Valley Festival. Because if you do not go to Winfield there is a chance that you may never get another chance. As much that there is that Covid harmed and killed, Winfield could be another.

Yes, Winfield is having financial problems. 2023 is the last chance to get back record crowds that can put the festival back on a solid basis. All that is required is purchasing your tickets. What a great gift to give. Or just go and overdose on music. You do not have to play or sing. Just experience.

Kansas is known for many things but the Walnut Valley Festival is one of the best known. In these times there are many things that are in dire straights and need support. An idea 52 years ago shared by three men blossomed into a must see by all who love music. How many times in the world is there something that thousands can come together, put aside all differences, and be bound by one thing, music?

When you say the name Winfield worldwide everyone knows about the festival. How sad it would be if the name came to mean that is where they had a festival for fifty years?

But Walnut Valley is not dead yet. You can keep the phrase that Winfield is ‘where’ the music lives on. How good will you feel to help save the festival?

Garage/Yard Sale Wrap-up

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

Well, the garage/yard sale stage of our personal belongings downsizing effort is done — except for tying up a few loose ends. All in all, we can be thankful that probably half of our “stuff” now belongs to someone else and is off the premises.
The “unsold portion” is boxed up and will be easy to transport to a nearby live auction — hopefully in May. Then it’s “good-bye” for good!
Now let me share a bit about the sale and my personal observations about it. First, the weather: Miserable on Saturday and better on Sunday. On Friday’s final setup, the temperature was in the mid-80s and I operated in bermuda shorts and a T-shirt. Saturday, the temperature was in the 40s, drizzly rain, and just plain nasty. We had a radiant-heater going to keep the “bookkeeper and cashier” — Nevah and our daughter — semi-comfortable huddled up in a corner of the garage.
I think the bad weather actually helped with the sale because no one was out farming, playing golf, planting garden, mowing grass, watching grandkid soccer, or taking a trip. Buyers had nuthin’ better to do than come browse the sale items.
Second, watching folks at a garage sale is a lesson in human nature. Some folks were waiting for the garage doors to open to rush in and secure something they eagerly wanted to buy. Others casually browsed the indoor and outdoor “stuff” and gave considerable thought to their purchases. Some folks spent more than an hour at the sale; others just a few minutes.
Third, you never knew by looking at the person what that person will be interested in. Some non-studious looking folks gravitated to the books. Some folks bought clothes for themselves and some bought for others. Music lovers came in all descriptions, but the kind of music they bought was often surprising.
Fourth, the market wuz hot for some items and ice-cold for others. The canning jars were snapped up pronto. Same with the pressure cooker. Same with the wine refrigerator. The used golf balls all went to one buyer, as did the “computer junk.” The sleeping bags all sold. The sale of knick-knacks wuz steady, as were the sale of clothes — except for the hunting clothes. The log chains all sold. So did the inner-tube fishing floats. All the Stetson felt hats and straw hats sold. We sold more books than I figgered we would. Another surprise to me was selling a huge box of egg cartons. One buyer paid and hauled them all away.
Fifth, the interest in some “stuff” was non-existent. We sold zero of the hundreds of cassette tapes (no surprise), but lots of vinyl and compact discs. We sold no throw pillows or bedding. Wreaths went unnoticed by buyers. The garden tools and electric tools didn’t sell, nor did the roll-away bed or the camper fridge. Nor did the bumper luggage carrier. I gave away a couple of cloth caps, but didn’t sell any.
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The garage sale experience caused me to do some internal “come to grips.” First, you can’t be nostalgic or sentimental about items. I had to accept that I’d gotten all the use out of the item that I ever wanted and be glad to see it out the door. Second, it was best not to think of the original cost of items compared to the garage sale price, because the sale price was always a tiny fraction of the original price. Third, I kept wondering how two persons could acquire so much “stuff” that we didn’t need any more — because Nevah and I have had two previous downsizing sales before this one.
But, now the proceeds are in the bank, a lot of “stuff” is long gone, and I’m physically recovering nicely from “sale over-exertion.” Really, just a lot to be thankful for.
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I’m finishing this column the next day. Last night we dodged a weather bullet. A little spawn of tornadoes spun through Chase County last night. I watched a funnel cloud drop down and go back into the clouds several times. That’s when Nevah and I headed for safety in the basement. It’s not a formal “safe” room, but it’s in the northeast corner and the concrete walls are a foot thick. If a tornado gets me while I’m hunkered down in that safe room, it is just my time to go.
This morning there were property damage reports in Cottonwood Falls and Strong City and at spots in the rural areas. My friend Avery Ware had a storm door smashed, several big tree limbs down. He also has a big chunk of a shed roof in his backyard, but it wasn’t his shed. The storm delivered it from somewhere.
I’ve not heard of injuries or deaths from the storm and for that I’m grateful.
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A young hired man had been loafing at his assigned tasks for most of the year. He knew it and the experienced hand who worked with him knew it, too.
As the time approached for the young guy’s first annual review, he asked the older guy, “Do you think, if I work really hard for the next two weeks before my review, that I’ll get a raise?”
The more experienced guy replied, “Son, you make me think of a thermometer in a cold room. You can make the thermometer register a higher temperature by holding it tightly in your hand, but you won’t warm up the room.”
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Words of wisdom for the week, “You never get a second chance to make a good first impression.”
Have a good ‘un.

Wild West Cowboys Didn’t Make Much Money Yet Didn’t Require Much

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What was the cost of a horse, pistol, and bullet, and how much did early day cowboys earn?

I recently stumbled upon some interesting facts about the cost of living in the Old West, said historian Alex Garzo.

The Old West is also known as the Wild West or the American Frontier, It was from the early 19th century to the early 20th century, when the western North America was colonized.

“Aa good horse could cost anywhere from $10 to $200, depending on its quality and breed,” Garzo said. ‘That’s a lot of money, especially considering how hard it could be to earn a steady income in the West.”

. Apparently, a decent revolver like a Colt Peacemaker or a Smith & Wesson Model 3 could run anywhere from $17 to $50. “I think that’s a small price to pay for self-defense in such a wild and unpredictable environment,” Garzo evaluated. “But still not all cowboys could afford to carry a gun.

Bullets were relatively cheap, costing just a few cents apiece. “But even a small expense like that could add up quickly for a cowboy on a tight budget,” Garzo pointed out.

So, a Wild West cowboy heading to a trading post to stock up on supplies might have a shopping list: One good horse, $50; one Colt Peacemaker, $30; one box of bullets, $2

All in all, that’s a total of $82 for some basic necessities. “And that’s not even counting food, clothing, and other essentials,” Garzo qualified.

As for cowboy salaries, this also varied widely depending on the job, location, and time period.

In general, cowboys were not highly paid and often worked long hours in difficult conditions,” Garzo emphasized. According to some historical records, a cowboy in the late 1800s could earn anywhere from $25 to $40 per month. That’s  around 75-cents to $1.25 per day.

“However, this was not a steady or reliable income,” Garzo said. “Cowboys often worked on a seasonal or contract basis and were subject to fluctuations in the cattle market.”

“Despite challenges and expenses, I believe the Wild West was an incredibly exciting and vibrant time in history,” Garzo said. “The cowboys who lived and worked in that era were some of the toughest and bravest folks around. Their legacy continues to inspire and captivate us to this day.”

Going To Grass Time

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Frank J Buchman
Frank Buchman

Busyness continues for Flint Hills cattlemen.
While there’s never a shortage of work for farmers and ranchers, going to grass time is certainly one of the busiest.
Everybody who has cattle in their operations has been preparing and moving cattle from dry lot feeding to pasture grazing. But it’s a lot more than just opening the gate to luscious green grass.
The most important thing is that there’s enough grass for the cattle to graze. With short rainfall in most locales, nearly all grasslands are slower in growth than desired.
Mother Nature is the guiding determinant of the weather so when it rains, and the sun shines grass always grows. While there’s a tinge of green, it’s not sufficient for hungry cattle.
Just as big concern now is the water supply. Some ponds are dry, and others don’t have enough water to last but a few days. Wet weather waterholes are no compensation because there’s not been wet weather in most areas.
Some pastures have natural springs developed for water sources and others have good wells to supply the essential nutrients. Those require additional management almost daily to ensure proper operation.
Hauling water to cattle on grasslands is a major ordeal although there are already cattlemen preparing to do just that. It’s an expensive never-ending task, requiring an ample available water source, hauling equipment, and plenty of watering tanks.
Cattle must never be without water in the tank, or the most even unimaginable problems can occur.
Before the gate is opened, cattle require lots of special care, usually demanding a major working crew. They are typically sorted by gender, weight, sometimes color and other specific requirements of their owner.
Bulls are castrated and horned cattle have the protrusions removed or tipped. With today’s modern pharmaceutical lists, most of the cattle will receive several vaccinations whether necessary or not.
A dewormer is given to the cattle and there are pesticide applications to help control flies and other biting insects.
When it’s time to go, cattle are either hauled by truck or driven by horseback or mechanical cart to the pastures.
Cattlemen must keep a watchful eye on their herds for weeks ahead praying for grass and water until roundup time.
Reminded of Psalm 10: “Sing to God thanksgiving for turning hills green with grass feeding cattle.”
+++ALLELUIA+++
XVII–17–4-23-2023

 

Ethics fog (Last of three articles)

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john marshal

The Statehouse may be the public’s building but it is the lobbyists’ home.
Elections can change the membership of the state Senate or House of Representatives but they cannot change the membership of the Capitol’s chief residents. When an election is over, voters get on with life and their legislators go to Topeka, where lobbyists await like hosts for their returning guests.
The Capitol moves on a kind of symbiosis, a mutual dependency among legislators and lobbyists. Many lobbyists are expert at navigating the jungle growth of complicated issues. They are proficient in their fields. They know the venerable codes and strictures of Statehouse culture. Veteran lobbyists are Topeka’s institutional memory and its monitor ‒ and they are critical in financing political campaigns.
At the same time, legislators have the power to make or break laws. They may endorse or amend rules and regulations. They can enhance or undermine life for lobbyists and their clients. In the domed environment of the Capitol, it seems that neither lobbyist nor legislator can long function ‒ or thrive ‒ without the other. Nowhere is the correlation more vivid than in the money behind election campaigns.
During the 2000 election, for example, more than $7.1 million in campaign contributions flowed to candidates for the Kansas House of Representatives and state Senate ‒ $12 million in today’s dollars. About 70 percent of that money came from groups managed, represented or influenced by lobbyists, businesses, political action committees, political parties, and out-of-state contributors.
Today the money and intensity of campaign finance rolls on. The names may change but the mission, acquiring influence, is the same. One potent angle is to permit ‒ encourage ‒ certain lobbyists to bundle campaign money from their clients. It’s a legal way to sidestep and cash in on contribution limits ‒ $1,000 per election cycle for state Senate candidates, $500 for House candidates.
A fulltime lobbyist for a single client may persuade that business to give the limit, but a contract lobbyist with 15 clients has the potential to generate 15 such contributions; this lobbyist goes to a candidate with ten or 12 checks. The candidate may not remember all the donors but he (she) will remember the lobbyist who gave the money.
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The state’s 2022 lobbyist directory, part of the Governmental Ethics Commission web site, scrolls on for 55 pages, an alphabetical list of hundreds of lobbyists registered at the Capitol. Beneath their names are the organizations they represent. Some lobbyists have only one client ‒ such as Emily Bradbury (page 4), executive director of the Kansas Press Association.
Other lobbyists may report two or three clients. Still others who own or work for large lobbying firms, may represent dozens. Depending on the client, a lobbying contract can be worth $10,000 or $50,000 or more, depending on the power and the cause involved. O’Neal Consulting (page37), the lobbying firm of former House Speaker Mike O’Neal, listed 14 clients including the National Football League, Walmart Stores, and Koch’s Kansas Policy Institute.
Everyone and everything, it seems, has a lobbyist in Topeka. Wheat growers, ranchers, feed lots, farmers and implement dealers are among other agriculture interests. Lawyers, doctors, teachers, bankers, hospitals, pharmacies, Realtors, cities and counties, oil and gas companies, school districts, colleges and universities, law enforcement, small business, grocery stores, beer distributors and liquor dealers, pawnbrokers, casinos and pot sellers are among scores of interested groups.
Causes have lobbyists; among them, pro-life and pro-choice, pro-pot, anti-pot, parental rights, mental illness, the disabled and handicapped, the poor, wind energy, solar energy, anti-tax, fair tax, fair housing. And more.
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Influence-peddling in campaign finance can be found in lobbyist-financed hospitality, entertainment, gifts and recreation. Legislators are invited to special “conferences” at posh resorts, to basketball arenas and football stadiums, to an array of cozy events washed with serious labels such as tax equity or education reform.
The legislator will remember the hospitality. It’s hard to say no to the person who bought dinner. Or that splendid vacation. Or those wonderful seats at the big game.
Lobbyists are often asked to supply liquor and food for legislators’ receptions, dinners, private parties. “You don’t say no,” a lobbyist once told me. “It’s an opportunity to do a favor and be remembered for it.”