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    IN THE FIELD—2004 Morenci graduate Kayse Onweller works in a test plot of wheat in Texas. She’s part of Bayer CropScience’s North American wheat breeding program based in Nebraska, where she completed post-graduate work in plant breeding and genetics.
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    REFEREE Camden Miller raises the hand of Morenci Jr. Dawgs wrestler Ryder Ryan as his opponent leaves the mat in disappointment. Morenci’s youth wrestling program served as host for a tournament Saturday morning to raise money for the club. Additional photos are on the back page.
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    SHERWOOD STATE Bank opened its Fayette office at a grand opening Friday morning, drawing a large crowd to view the renovated building. Above, Burt Blue talks to teller Cindy Funk, while his wife, Jackie, looks around the new office. The Blues missed the opening and took a quick tour on Tuesday. Few traces remain of the former grocery store and theater, however, part of the original brick wall still shows in the hallway leading to the back of the building. The drive-through window should be ready for customers later in the month.
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    CARRYING—Riley Terry (blue jacket) and Mason Vaughn lead the way, carrying an empty casket outside to the hearse waiting at the curb. Morenci juniors and seniors visited Eagle Funeral Home last week to learn about the role of a funeral director and to understand the process of arranging for a funeral.
  • Front.lift
    MORENCI student Dalton McCowan puts everything into a dead lift attempt Saturday morning during the Wyseguy Push/Pull event. Lifters helped raise more than $1,600 for the family of the late Devin Wyse, a former Morenci power-lifter who graduated last year. Commemorative T-shirts are still available by contacting teacher Dan Hoffman.
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    FROM THE LEFT, Landon Wilkins, Ryan White and Logan Blaker try out their artistic skills Saturday afternoon at the Morenci PTO’s first Date to Create event. More than 50 people showed up to create decorated planks of wood to hang from rope. The event served as a fund-raiser for miscellaneous PTO projects. Additional photos are on the back of this week’s Observer.
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    NEW OFFICES—Fayette village administrator Steve Blue speaks with tax administrator Genna Biddix at the new front desk of the village office. Village council members voted to use budgeted renovation funds targeted for the old office and instead buy the vacant bank building on the corner of Main and Fayette streets. The old office was sold to Sherwood State Bank. When everything is put into place in the spacious new village office, an open house will be scheduled. Council member David Wheeler donated all of his time needed to make changes in the bank interior to fit the Village’s needs.

2013.05.22 Someone is a geezer and it's not the cautious man

Written by Steve Lauber.

I was going to tell you the story of stepping in something in Miami, but I went to bed early instead. Our deadline looms and I don’t want to be the reason for missing it, so here’s a column from May 27, 2009. Hard to believe not much has changed in four years.

By COLLEEN LEDDY

It was close to 5:30 p.m. Friday when I called David at the Observer office to see what he had going on that night. We usually check in with each other on Thursdays and Fridays—the library closes at 5 and the Observer at 5:30 p.m.

Sometimes, it seems like David attends meetings or shoots photos every night of the week. But not that night. He was ready to leave the office and just wanted to watch a movie after eating dinner.

Dinner...it always slows us down and then there are dishes to wash, dishes that we just dirtied, dishes that have piled up...

Suddenly, I remembered Liz had given us an eggplant parmesan and it was still in the freezer. The evening suddenly fell into place. We could pop the eggplant in the oven and go for a walk while it baked.

“Whoever gets home first has to take the eggplant parmesan out of the freezer,” I said, as we were about to hang up.

“Whoever gets home second has to wash dishes,” he said. He quickly followed that with a “Goodbye!” and abruptly hung up.

Even though I knew I’d be the one washing dishes...it always takes me longer to leave the library than it does David to leave the office...I still burst out laughing, imagining him racing out of the office and jumping on his bike to beat me home.

I’m a good seven years younger than David, but I swear I can’t keep up with him...both mentally and physically he is more agile. He’s quick and witty and he can walk and run forever without running out of breath.

At the track Monday night we jogged a couple 100-meter stretches as we walked a mile or so. This was following a day in the yard, messing in the flower beds, pretending to plant a vegetable garden in a section of the yard quickly being overrun by David’s wacko tree bushes.

Every single part of my body ached as we jogged the first 100 meters...my feet, my thighs, my knees, the backs of my knees...I felt ancient.

After we jogged the second 100 meters, I was still panting 200 meters later. I didn’t realize I was until I heard David pretend he was panting...he usually never makes any noise so I knew he was making fun of me. I wholloped him one and that put an end to his showmanship.

But then, in other ways, he’s a regular geezer. Or, at least, more cautious than I’d guess he’d be.

On the way home from a one-day conference in East Lansing last week, extreme fatigue overtook me so I stopped at a roadside rest area for a short nap. I left a message on the answering machine letting David know I’d be arriving with dinner, but later than expected.

“Don’t you know you should never take naps at rest areas when you’re alone? You could wake up with a gun pointing at your face!” he practically yelled at me, when I walked in the door.

“No felafel for you,” I wanted to say.

And when we prepared to leave the house for a walk that Friday night, David refused to put the eggplant parmesan in the oven.

“You would leave the house with the oven on?” he asked, incredulous.

“Well, sure! I trust the oven,” I replied.

It’s a new stove and the oven has never been a problem. The burners, on the other hand...on a regular basis they fill me with buyer’s remorse.

“I wouldn’t leave the house with any of the burners on, but the oven will be fine,” I said and headed to the bathroom, thinking I had convinced him.

We were rounding the track for the third of six times when it hit me: Did the eggplant parmesan end up in the oven?

“I didn’t do it, did you?” I asked David.

“I had no intention of doing it,” he said.

Well, he’s not throwing caution to the wind like I would. But at least he’s not forgetful.

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