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lOB Wednesday, Feb. 17, 2010 ED ITORIAL and OPINION Bulletin, Progressive, Record, Reporter EDITORIAL Election rules Once again it is time for the paper to ex- plain its rules when covering election news. Tuesday, June 8, Plumas County residents will vote in the primary election for gover- nor, lieutenant governor, California secre- tary of state, state controller, state treasurer, attorney general, state insurance commis- sioner, state assemblyman, a U.S. represen- tative, a state senator and superintendent of public instruction. They will vote at the local level for county sheriff, district attorney, District 5 and Dis- trict 3 supervisors, treasurer-tax collector, county assessor, auditor-controller and clerk-recorder. The filing period opened Feb. 15, and will close Friday, March 12. To fmd out qualifica- tion and application rules, call Kathy Williams, county clerk-recorder at 283-6256 or e-mail her at elec- tions@countyofplumas.com, or log onto the clerk's website at countyof- Plumas.com/clerkrecorder/elections. The paper will accept letters to the editor endorsing or opposing candidates with the fi- nal publication of those letters in the May 26 issue of the paper. The June 2 issue of the pa- per will only accept rebuttal letters. As for editorial content in the paper con- cerning those running for office, the editor reserves the right to limit how much cover- age is given a candidate so as not to give un- fair advantage to one person over another. The paper does not endorse any candidates and encourages all candidates and friends of candidates to call Advertising Manager Sher- ri McConnell at 283-0800, to run campaign ad- vertising and to find out what is appropriate for publication. The editor also reserves the right not to print any letter that may be libelous, offen- sive or in poor taste. The letter-to-the editor format is a good place for readers to speak their minds in a polite, respecthfl manner about why a person should or should not be elected to lead Plumas County for the next several years. E- mail your letters to dfragnoli@plumasncws.com or submit them through our website, plumasnews.com. The deadline for letters is noon Friday. t}IiiC :If-" .'," - :, . : :'t J ' g.!;{ "! A Feath00ng 00spaper / Breaking News .... go to plumasnews.com Michael C. Taborski ............. Publisher Keri B. Taborski ...Legal Advertising Dept. Delaine Fragnoli ........ Managing Editor Diana Jorgenson .......... Portola Editor Alicia Knadler ........ Indian Valley Editor Kate West ............... Chester Editor Shannon Morrow .......... Sports Editor Mona Hill ................... Copy Editor Staff writers: Joshua Sebold Will Farris Sam Williams Barbara France Susan Cort Johnson Cheryl Frei Ruth Ellis Brian Taylor Pat Shillito Linda Stachwell Feather River Bulletin (530) 283-0800 Westwood PinePress (530) 256-2277 Lassen County Times (530) 257-53211 Portola Reporter (530) 832-4646 Chester Progressive (530) 258-3115 Indian Valley Record (530) 284-7800 BE Don't sit back and let others do the talking for you. Express yourself in our LETTERS TO THE EDITOR I e roses have MONA HILL Staff Writer mhill@plumasnews.com I'm writing this two days before Valen- tine's Day. I know that by the time you read this the roses are fading and the candy's been eaten. Three days on and it's easy to slip back into everyday life with your part- ner, spouse, significant other or current flame. It was pretty much love at first sight for us. I met my husband, Steve, on a Grey- hound bus when I sat down next to him in Reno, Nev., headed for Boston, Mass., to visit my friend, Melinda. We started talk- gone to her hea, t ing to each other in Winnemucca, Nev., and didn't shut up until we parted in Salt Lake City, Utah, with promises of meeting in Sacramento in nine days' time. He was a visiting Brit, traveling the country by bus for three months. I'd chosen to go to Massachusetts by bus because I'd never been anywhere but Reno and Ensenada, Mexico. Between meeting and being married were three years of letters and telephone calls that bookcased 18 months of living together in Chico. We married in the UK and returned 18 months later to live in the US. Through ups and downs, thick and thin we are partners, friends and lovers. We weather our storms and celebrate our joys. We talk about any- thing and everything. Our last child graduates from high school in a few months and, although she will start her college career at Feather River College, it will be different. We will be back to where we started, the two of us, together. We're looking forward to it. We're kick- ing it all off with a mega-celebration of Hannah's 18th birthday, our 20th anniver- Where in the world ..... Con'hie Turner stands in front of the lighthouse at Cabo de Sao Vicente (Cape St. Vin- cent) in Portugal, the southwestern most point of Europe. Next time you travel, share where you went by bringing your local newspaper along and including it in a photo. Then e-mail the photo to smorrow@plumasnews.com. .. and her heart sary, his 50th birthday and his mother's 70th. We're going to Italy, just the two of us. We're going to the Amalfi Coast, Capri and Venice. We're flying to Naples and tak- ing the train back to Paris from Venice. We're going to have 10 glorious days, just the two of us, exploring Italy together. I love my girls, more than I can tell them. But I didn't marry them; I married Steve. He's a funny, silly, patien t 12-year-old dis- guised as a grown man. Children flock to him because they recognize him; animals adore him because they trust him. He ut- ters inanities and drivel that could drive you nuts if you didn't see the silliness in them. In fact, I have to pretend he does dri- ve me nuts so the game can continue, laughing the whole time. He reads things like the Economist, Sci- entific American and "The Dancing Wu Li Masters." He can calculate Centigrade to Fahrenheit in his head while I'm still try- ing to remember the formula. He runs two highly technical companies, and works endlessly--pretty good for a guy who began his career in computing on the packing line at Dell Computers in the UK. He works endlessly; even when he's not working, he's thinking about it. I'll have to pry the Blackberry out of his cold dead "hand. It's impossible to debate with him; lie changes sides. He has a self-confidence that is indestructible, and I have never been successful in dissuading him from a set course--ever. Because of him, I have a nice house and we can do most of the things we want to do with a little planning. He's the industrious ant to my willy-nilly grasshopper. I like to think that life with me has given him the smiley crow's feet around his eyes. For sure it's contributed to the grey appear- ing now at his temples. I waited long years and took many mis- steps on my journey in life before I found Steve. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have found him, how much he's enriched and changed my life. We're grandparents of four and we are all grown up. We have more money than we did when we started and more things. We have overcome some hard times and sailed through the good ones. But really, we are still as in love as when we first met. So today, when I've called in sick after trying for an hour to get out of bed, when I sit alone at the kitchen table-l*cuse he:s. : -  gone to our doctor in lnCllrloA$Juse h:S ' sick, when we feel like poop anti i*e so tired we can barely keep our eyes open, it's still all worthwhile. Especially when those roses arrived at my front door. I love you, Boy. "REMEMBER WHEN KERI TABORSKI Historian 80 YEARS AGO... 1930 Letter to the Editor: Herewith my check in the amount of $3.00 in Payment for my subscription to the Plumas National-Bul- letin for the year 1930. In the Plumas Na- tional-Bulletin we have a newspaper that does not try to pull "big town stuff" on a country newspaper. Kindest regards for 1930. Yours truly, a loyal reader. Advertisement: Masquerade Ball at the American Legion Hall in Quincy Saturday night. Prizes will be awarded for the best costumes. Dance tickets: $1.50. spectators: 5O cents 50 YEARS AGO... 1960 Bertram D. Janes, Plumas County Supe- rior Court Judge since 1953 announced that he will seek re-election. He was ap- pointed by California State Governor Earl Warren to fill the unexpired term of William MacMillan, who had resigned. Two years later Judge Janes ran for the of- fice and won. His present term expires in January of 1961. 30 YEARS AGO... 1980 Sandy Pricer of Meadow Valley this week announced that he would seek elec- tion to the Plumas County Board of Super- visors Opposing incumbent Della Rogers, who has already served one term. A Feather River College and Plumas Uni- fied School District union feasibility was explored and was the conclusion of Plumas Untied School District superintendent of schools John Malarkey at last week's school board meeting. 10 YEARS AGO... 2000 Indian Valley logging contractor Randy Pew was named Logger of the Year at the 51st annual Sierra Cascade Logging Con- ference last week. Chester High School Girl's varsity bas- ketball coach Greg McIntire was presented with flowers of appreciation at the home game this week. Harbin,00ers of spring, MY TURN DIANA JORGENSON Portola Editor djorgenson@plumasnews.com daffodils are worth the price To you, a daffodil may be just a yellow flower. To me, it is a piece of the sun. It is an Olympic torchbearer, warming its way toward spring. Perhaps, as we experience things throughout life, all objects take on an emo- tional aspect as well as other meanings, whether we are aware of them or not. But the daffodil is very much a conscious sym- bol, with multiple memories erupting every time I see them. When my children were very young, I lived in northern Minnesota near a town that frequently made its appearance on the "coldest spot in the nation" list. February was the coldest month. you can bottom out at 54 below zero, where dragons be. If you have never experienced 54 below, you can add that to your "Grati- tude List." When it's 54 below, metal breaks. When it's 54 below, life as you know it, ends and sheer survival takes over. You put hot embers under your car to warm it and hope you miss the oil leak. You would never do this in any other month when your brain was thawed and you were thinking straight. But when it's that cold, you're simply numb. Pretty much everything's a risk. So, in February, in one of the coldest spots in the nation, in the coldest week of the year, when you walk into a grocery store and you see bundles and bundles of daffodils, bits of living green and a hint of gold in their buds, you want them. You want them real bad. There wasn't much money. The children were constantly growing and I was sup- them in a special covered box. Still they died, unopened. True to the adage that hope springs eter- nal, I bought them again the next year. And the year after that. And the one after that as well. Despite all subterfuges, elabo- rate care and the consecrated warming spots I devised to carry home my posies, they all died. Of course, the daffodils were frozen in the trucks that brought them to the store. How could they not be. It took me years to figure that out, to realize they were doomed long before they came into my life. Such was my great need for a bit of spring, a promise of warmer times to come. When I moved to California, I had a grand delight in buying daffodils every February. They were local and they were cheap. I bought them in abundance. The blooms always opened. For many years, daffodils were a cheer- ful reminder that life was different in Call- Coming as it did, after one had already endured three months of cold and winter, February was'hardly welcome. But the big chill was that you could expect, without fail, two weeks, of 40 below weather. Thatnever happens here. A typical win- ' ter day is 10 or 15 degrees above zero, sometimes it goes below zero, and occa- sionally you hear of 20 below in the valley, if you add in the wind chill factor. Wind chill aside, you can still enjoy be- ing outdoors when it's 20 below, if it's sun- ny and you keep moving. But when it's 40 below zero, nothing is fun and even breath- ing hurts. It's like inhaling glass shards. Add a wind chill factor to 40 below and porting the shoe industry heavily. The daf- fornia, and February was no longer the fodil bouquets were pricey imports. They were certainly not local. Later, in April, every yard would sprout daffodils in abun- dance, but in February, they were dia- monds. And so I bought them. I nested them in the grocery bags with great care and drove them home to grace my table. But the blooms never opened. They just turned browner and browner, and one day even I had to face the bitter truth that they were never going to open. The next year, I bought them again. I thought they might have frozen in the car (yes, an all-too-distinct possibility), so I put coldest month of the year. When I drove the Golden Highway going though Nevada City in February, I was ab- solutely dazzled by the thousands of bloom- ing daffodils. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. For many years I made a pil- grimage to Nevada City for just this sight. I still buy daffodils every February. Be- cause I can. Last week, the daffodils in the grocery were a small floweret variety, so I bought the tulips instead. No matter. They were bright yellow. I look at them and know: Spring will come.