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- Marty Indik
Write about politics and people roll their eyes.
Write about fall leaves and autumn afternoons and they politely yawn.
Write about the way things smell and everybody's got something to say.
Many people have many theories for what Augustans were sniffing around town in mid-October.
For example, Joseph M. Foshee writes: "Dear Mr. Kirby,
"Thanks for your article Oct. 17 concerning the 'smell.' I thought I was becoming paranoid about a smell of dog feces because, at first, I was the only one smelling it.
"I live in West Lake and am a wheelchair user. I asked my wife to please check all my wheels on my power chair to make sure there was none on them.
"Later my wife was in her car on Fury Ferry Road and as she was driving she began to detect the 'smell.' She checked her shoes, nothing there. ... I was relieved to know, we were not the only ones."
And, from Weldon Hair, "I have the explanation for the late Willie Watkins' comment (on the 'smell of money'). Continental Can Co. was the first new heavy industry to respond to the city and county fathers' quest to 'broaden the tax base.'
One of our county commissioners made a statement, which is somewhere in the archives of The Chronicle. 'It smells like money.'
"As a native and citizen of Augusta for 65 of my 74 years, the city's theme over the past half century to 'broaden the tax base' have found us broadened almost to the point of being uncontrollable. Meanwhile, the tax digest still struggles to adequately meet multiple areas of need: police protection and jail facilities, storm drainage, water supply, waste treatment, etc."
Or, from Jerry Scott. "Mr. Kirby, Bravo for standing up and saying: 'This town stinks!'"
Actually, Jerry, I don't think this town stinks. For all our numerous challenges, I kinda like it.
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: The best way to keep your husband out of hot water is to put some dishes and soap in it.
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TODAY'S JOKE: Two psychiatrists were comparing notes when one asked the other, "What was your most difficult case?"
"Well," the other said, "I once had a patient who lived in a fantasy world. He believed that an uncle in South America was going to die and leave him a fortune.
"All day long he waited for a letter to arrive from an attorney. He never went out, he never did anything, he merely sat around and waited for this fantasy letter from this fantasy uncle.
"I worked with this man eight years."
"Did it work?" the other doctor asked,
"Yes," his colleague said. "It was a struggle, but I finally him got him to trust me, to believe me, to work with me ... and then that stupid letter arrived."
