Came across this trailer featuring one of my favorite movie sheriff's ever and it seemed appropriate to our area -- right down to Madame Orr's House and the Walter Brennan-types cocking their hoglegs at the drop of a hat.
Your sheriff, me, just wanted to let y'all know we've reached a tipping point of sorts in this here tumbleweed town of ours. Early on I could set and jaw with y'all for awhile about the issues of the day: exposed laundry, barking dogs, failing to check your gun at the city limit.
But now there are too many of you and too few of me. Our comment stream remains one of the most active and thought provoking in cyberspace, and that has been noticed. Your comments are always welcome -- as long as you abide by the rules -- and I am content to sit in a jail with no bars and let you exercise your God-given rights.
But, instead of confronting the occasional scalliwag and explaining my rationale for deleting your comment on Mrs. McGillicuttie's penchant for racing her horse up and down your street, or trolling for a cyber dustup with a fellow commenter and neighbor, the offending comment will just have to go -- poof. I hope you understand.
Lot of work to do around town. Little enough time to do it. For the record, with tens of thousands of users on this site I've had to ban only four of you from town these last two years -- and one of those asked to be reinstated.
So there you go. I'm around, just quieter. Keep the peace, folks.