Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state ...
Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state (except Hawaii and Maine), there is no place like home! I love taking pictures of old and unusual things and sharing them. There is beauty in everything, if we look for it. I have three Facebook pages filled with local pictures that may be of interest: “Where Has Danny Been,” Chillicothe Now,” and “Danny Batson”.
Hi, I am Gary Thomas and I was born just across from Central School in 1942. I graduated from CHS in 1960 and MU in 1964. After two years in Army, I completed a graduate degree at the University of Chicago in 1970. After working in software development for more than 40 years, I retired from Raytheon in 2007. I have an abiding interest in history and in researching past events, places, and people. My latest project is developing a history-based chronology for Livingston County from 1801-2000.
Is it just me...or has the Newton Nightmare brought humanity a bit closer than many holiday seasons past?
Let me tell you about my day and the people I encountered.
The busy roofing guy that took the time to paint the rim of my skylight wallboard as he installed a new one on our house. NC
The tire shop guy that fixed a slow leak on our SUV, one they had never worked on before. NC
The soccer mom that stopped to ask me if she could help me finish loading my groceries after my lack of planning was obvious.
The checkout lady that insisted upon "carding" me after I purchased a wee bit of holiday cheer. At seventy, that made my day!
The numerous little acts if kindness I observed as I did my rounds ---.you may see them as well.
So instead of the strife, controversy, and political posturing perpetuated by the 24/7 media talking heads that may seem to define us. Get out there and look about you. On the ground, I see that there seems to be more geniune attempts to achieve kinship amongst all races and creeds at the holidays than I can ever recall.
From where I stand, the horrific Newton shootings has bridged some gaps; at least for now. We love babies--- ours and theirs. May our God continue to bless each man of good will.
"The death of any man diminishes me, for I am a part of mankind...
So ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee."