By Bill McClellan
Herald Managing Editor
You never know when you are going to touch a nerve. Iâ€™ve done it many times, but then, in this business, itâ€™s bound to happen.
A few weeks ago I wrote a column about lessons I had learned in dealing with credit card companies, insurance companies, etc. after the death of my wife. By the way, thank you to those who responded with cards, letters or emails either about my wife or to thank me for the column.
At the end of that column, I wrote about an upcoming rant â€” yep, this one. I said it would be:
This whole 4A, 4B thing has me perplexed. I cannot for the life of me understand why people in this town who have railed on in the past about their right to vote are now standing in line to give up that right.
At least two of our recent letter-to-the-editor writers were vocally upset and angry when they did not get to vote on city council actions such as the smoking ordinance or water park. But today, those same folks are asking you to switch to a 4B EDC and give up your right to vote.
To the editor:
I have lived in Big Spring all my live and I love this community. We established the Type A Economic Development in 1991 under the only method available at that time. Since then, we have spent about $20 million of our sales tax dollars in an attempt to help Big Spring grow. The EDC has had some success and I know you and I can all name a number of failures. I think over the years, the batting average has not been very good.
When considering which way to vote on the upcoming Economic Development Corp. election, it is all too easy to get lost in the claims and counter-claims and counter-counter claims. In the end, however, it comes down to one basic question: Who do you trust?
Am I the only person in the Crossroads area who was absolutely sickened by the television coverage of the human remains found at the McMahon-Wrinkle Airpark Tuesday?
Bear in mind, I'm not referring to the type of â€śsickenedâ€ť you commonly find after someone stumbles onto a corpse, mummified or not. No, I mean that sick feeling you get in the bottom of your stomach, sort of like what you feel when you hear someone on death row was executed and they found out the next day they were innocent of their crime.