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    FIRST SNOW—Heavy, wet flakes piled deep on tree branches—and windshields—as the area received its first significant snowfall of the season. “Usually it begins with a dusting or two,” said George Isobar, Morenci’s observer for the National Weather Service, “but this time it came with a vengeance.” By the end of the day Saturday, a little over four inches of snow was on the ground. Now comes the thaw with temperatures in the 40s and 50s for three days.
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    SKEWERS, gumdrops, and marshmallows are all that’s needed to create interesting shapes and designs for Layla McDowell Saturday at Stair District Library’s “Sculptamania!” Open House. The program featuring design games and materials is one part of a larger project funded by a $7,500 Curiosity Creates grant from Disney and the American Library Association. Additional photos are on page 7.
    Morenci marching band members took to the field Friday night dressed for Halloween during the Bulldog’s first playoff game. Morenci fans had a bit of a scare until the fourth quarter when the Bulldogs scored 30 points to leave Lenawee Christian School behind. Whiteford visits Morenci this Friday for the district championship game. From the left is Clayton Borton, Morgan Merillat and James O’Brien.
    DNA PUZZLE—Mitchell Storrs and Wyatt Mohr tackle a puzzle representing the structure of DNA. There’s only one correct way for all the pieces to fit. It’s one of the new materials that can be used in both biology and chemistry classes, said teacher Loretta Cox.
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    A TRAFFIC control worker stands in the middle of Morenci’s Main Street Tuesday morning, waiting for the next flow of vehicles to be let through from the west. The dusty gravel surface was sealed with a layer of tar, leaving only the application of paint for new striping. The project was completed in conjunction with county road commission work west of Morenci.
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    JUNIORS Jazmin Smith and Trevor Corkle struggle against a team from the sophomore class Friday during the annual tug of war at the Homecoming Games pep rally. Even the seniors struggled against the sophomores who won the competition. At the main course of the day, the Bulldog football team struggled against Whiteford in a homecoming loss.
    YOUNG soccer players surived a chilly morning Saturday in Morenci’s PTO league. From the left is Emma Cordts, Wayne Corser, Carter and Levi Seitz, Briella York and Drew Joughin. Two more weeks of soccer remain for this season.
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    BOWEN BAUMGARTNER of Morenci makes his way across a rope bridge constructed by the Tecumseh Boy Scout troop Sunday at Lake Hudson Recreation Area. The bridge was one of many challenges, displays and games set up for the annual Youth Jamboree by the Michigan DNR. Additional photos on are the back page of this week’s Observer.
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    One of four senior candidates will be crowned the fall homecoming queen during half-time of this week’s Morenci-Whiteford football game. In the back row (left to right) is exchange student Kinga Vidor (her escort will be Caylob Alcock), seniors Alli VanBrandt (escorted by Sam Cool), Larissa Elliott (escorted by Clayton Borton), Samantha Wright (escorted by JJ Elarton) and Justis McCowan (escorted by Austin Gilson), and exchange student Rebecca Rosenberger (escorted by Garrett Smith). Front row freshman court member Allie Kaiser (escorted by Anthony Thomas), sophomore Marlee Blaker (escorted by Nate Elarton) and junior Cheyenne Stone (escorted by Dominick Sell).
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    GETTING READY—Jerad Gleckler pounds nails to secure a string of holiday lights on the side of the Wakefield Park concession stand while other members of the Volunteer Club and others hold them in place. The volunteers showed up Sunday afternoon to string lights at the park. The decorating project will continue this Sunday. Denise Walsh is in charge of the effort this year.
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2008.04.16 Midnight ramblings on a naked refrigerator

Written by David Green.


When was the last time you saw the frightening sight of a naked refrigerator? No magnetic word games. No photos. No wedding invitations. No naked David statues ready to be dressed.

Colleen has cleaned off the face of our refrigerator and it now appears enormous.

    —David Green, April 5, 2008,

Yes, our refrigerator loomed large after I removed all the magnets, photos, recipes, Mother’s Day cards, et cetera. I left it barren for about a week, but that was about as long as I could stand it.

Every time I worked in the kitchen, the hulking big hunk of white felt like a stranger in my midst. Preoccupied with whatever I’d been making, its presence scared me whenever I turned toward it. I was going to leave it devoid of the detritus of our lives, but I just couldn’t do it.

I started adding my favorite magnets one by one: first the pretty magnets, then the powerful magnets followed by the  advertisement magnets, then the magnets with sayings I try to live by, but never notice when my fridge is densely covered with so much stuff.

“March to a different drummer.” “Treasure each day.” “Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves for we shall never cease to be amused.” “The challenge is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else.” “If you can walk, you can dance. If you can talk, you can sing.” 

That last one is a Zimbabwean proverb, which must have been coined before they heard me sing or saw me dance.

I cleared off the top of my fridge, too, and was amazed at the dust and debris—and the little beauties hiding out, such as the two pysanky eggs I made in a long ago era of crafting with my kids.

My mother must have kept a pretty clean refrigerator top because I can remember my father setting me on top of it, clapping his hands and catching me as I jumped into his outstretched arms. I didn’t especially like my father—he had a terrible mean streak when drunk, which was most of the time—but I didn’t let that get in the way of exciting activities such as jumping off the refrigerator or climbing up door jambs.

It’s hard to reconcile my aging body with my former “Monkey” self. That’s what my oldest sister used to call me; my high school friends called me “Gumby.” I’m just not as limber anymore, nor as strong. “Sluggy,“ or “Slothy” might be more accurate monikers. I never used to nap, but now I yearn for them, even though they sometimes leave me groggier than I was before I laid down.

After my nap episode this past Sunday, I told David the dream I had had just before dragging myself off the couch. He’s never interested in my dreams, but that doesn’t stop me from recounting them to him, in detail, nor him from constantly trying to change the subject.

I was going to take a nap for 45 minutes, but I couldn't get up and was pretty much a zonked out zombie queen. I had weird, weird dreams.

Cars were coming at me in the dark, with no headlights, I told David. I see them just before they hit me, except I am able to get out of the way, just narrowly, before they hit me.

It happened three times on my way to some happy place where Steve and Barry's (the clothing store) was skipping right through April and once you entered their city you were in May.

“Isn't the phone ringing?” David asked half-way through my dream talk. He has no patience for my dreams.

He’d rather hear tales from my fighting days, such as the legendary episode of the time I punched a girl because she kept trying to jump the line at the Laundromat in the Bronx, putting her clothes in the dryer before me, even though I was next.

I still get pretty burned up when someone tries to cut in front of me. At the grocery store, for example, I often let people go ahead of me when I have a full cart and they only have a few items. But when someone rudely cuts in front, ewwwwww, I just burn up. The injustice of it all!

And then I read this weekend a piece by Garrison Keillor in which he describes how a woman blatantly cuts in front of him at the boarding gate.

“A few years ago,” he wrote, “I would have felt like pulling her hair out by the roots and spitting on her shoes and saying a few words about the importance of civility, but I am over that now.”

He wrote about grace being “afoot in the world” and finding you and passing out its gifts of “faith, love, hope and a sense of humor.”

But that simple phrase, “I am over that now” is one that resonates with me, one I need to live by.

Maybe I could get it printed on a big magnet and have it prominently displayed on a naked refrigerator.

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