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by Jacob Lane · November 06, 2013


Well wouldn't you know it, I'm sitting here hammering out an editorial.

For the last month I haven't had a moment to spare, when you get busy you really get busy West Liberty. Whoever says there's nothing to do in a small town is sorely mistaken.

But here I am, the first week of November, drinking my coffee and wondering what's going to be in the paper. This doesn't happen often, but every once in a while there's a lull in the news. For a moment West Liberty evokes the quiet and quaintness of Sleepy Hallow, waiting for the headless news rider to strike again.

I can't say I don't get a little edgy during these slow-downs, not knowing how the paper will look in the upcoming week isn't exactly a pleasant feeling for me. But I do enjoy the peace to some extent. West Liberty volleyball and football has wrapped up, while many of the town groups and foundations are taking a breather before the holidays hit hard.

On that note, the 175th Anniversary Committee is gearing up for a grand finale of events as we near the end of this year long anniversary bash. We Lead, with its new director, is readying to fire on all cylinders soon enough. The Chamber of Commerce is prepping for the city wide open house, while the public library moves back to its original location. Also, Fine Arts groups at the schools are prepping for competition, I'm not saying nothing is happening at the moment; I'm saying it's going to happen.

It's a transition period, I suppose, proof that a little nesting is a good idea before flying out into the cold wonderland of December. It reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost entitled "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Indeed, the way of life we grow used to each and every season can only last for so long, that is until another season tears away at its edges and takes over. The leaves of spring have fallen, only to be picked up by the city (friendly reminder there; leaf pick up by the city is still happening).

But hey, that's a good thing if you ask me. A lifetime with a single piece of gold sounds a bit dusty, but Eden will always be revived with the seasons. Winter time is here, bringing us good cheer, to young and old, meek and the bold!

This lull will pass, and the news will pour into the Index once again. Of course, you can help us with that as well. If there's anything going on please give us a call, that number is 319-627-2814 (shameless plug or clever marketing?).

That being said, when the news strikes you can bet The Index will be there, pen in hand and camera on, ready to capture that first green as though it's gold.

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