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6B Wednesday, Sept. 26, 2012 Bulletin, Progressive, Record, Reporter EDITORIAL aND OPINION EDITORIAL Supes deserve some credit for balanced budgetl What would Plumas County look like without a fair, a library or a museum? Would we still want to live here? Thankfully, we won't have to face that question - at least until next year. The prospect of losing those events and services was very real until last week. All of them were un- der the county budget microscope as the Board of Supervisors tried to find the final $150,000 of sav- ings to balance the fiscal 2012-13 budget. Thanks to a last-minute discovery of about $150,000 in previously unaccounted-for revenue from the municipal courts, the budget was bal- anced. It took a tremendous amount of work by the supervisors to cut nearly $4 million to balance the books. But, somehow, they did it. And they did it without an administrative officer or full-time auditor. It has been a long and thankless process. Virtual- ly every county department was affected. Tempers flared weekly as departments were slashed and more county workers saw their hours, paychecks and benefits reduced. Some lost their jobs. Since the economic downturn began, more than 100 county workers have become unemployed. Plumas County's infrastructure is almost a third smaller than it was in 2007. The county is being forced to do more with less. We have fewer deputies, probation officers and prosecutors at the district attorney's office than we used to. Senior citizens, who rely on the county for some of their meals, are getting fewer of them. County-funded tourism promotion and visitor ser- vices are essentially gone. The list of cutbacks is long. Unless the economy improves, the worst is yet to come. This could realistically be the last year for the county fair. Times are that bad. But maybe this is the bottom. Other parts of the state are showing signs of a re- bound. Sacramento and San Francisco, for exam- ple, are experiencing an economic resurgence. Home values in Sacramento are up 10 percent over this time last year. Unemployment is down. If history repeats itself, it could take another year or two for rural counties like Plumas to see an economic rebound. Until we see one, more cut- backs will come ........ : : : There has probably never been a tougher time to be a Plumas County supervisor. Their decisions, particularly cutting back spending on public safe- ty, are unpopular with many of us. They hear the complaints from constituents daily. They are blast- ed by citizens during the public-comment period of the regular Tuesday meetings. But the bottom line is the board somehow found a way to balance the budget. And the supervisors did it without using a penny of the county's dwin- dling reserves. For that, they deserve some credit. "I think we might have almost hit bottom," Board Chairman Robert Meacher said last week. He said he hoped the county could soon begin adding back jobs and services that have been cut. We can only hope. Fitorials are written by members of the editorial board, which consists of the publisher, the managing editor and the appropriate staff writer or writers, and should be considered the opinion of the newspaper. Feting 00spaper For breaking news, I go to ] Michael C. Taborski ............. Publisher Keri B. Taborski ...Legal Advertising Dept. Dan McDonald ......... Managing Editor Jenny Lee ................. Photo Editor Alicia Knadrer ........ Indian Valley Editor Ingrid Burke ................ Copy Editor Staff writers: Laura Beaton Jordan Claw Michael Condon Ruth Ellis DJ Estacio Will Farris Mona Hill Susan Cort Johnson Debra Moore M. Kate West Aura Whittaker Sam Williams James Wilson Samantha P. Hawthorne 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 Remembering my week with Lola Lola, not her real name, arrived early one morning. "Mom, there's a chicken in our yard," yelled my daughter from an upstairs bed- room. I looked out the kitchen window and there it was. There was also a dog and a lot of clucking, barking, scurrying and, finally, flying. The chicken flew into the bushes be- hind the shed. The dog chose a good vantage point and waited. Eventually the dog disappeared -- pre- sumably the same way it and the chicken had entered. Though I'm not sure exactly how since our newly erected fence had no holes, and just a minor gap under the back gate. With the morning excitement over-- I prepared to go to work. "Morn, the chicken is still here. She looks hungry," my daughter called down the stairs again. I looked out the sliding glass door. She was right about one thing-- the chicken was still there-- but wrong about the other -- it did not look hungry. It looked plump. Nevertheless my maternal instinct kicked in and I looked for a chicken treat. What do chickens eat? I' pictured women throwing handfuls of grain from their apron pockets. I have an apron, but no grain. I looked through the fridge; nothing looked remotely appropriate -- yogurt, ap- ples, hummus, turkey -- the latter seemed MY TURN DEBRA MOORE Staff Writer i' particularly inappropriate, bordering on cannibalism. Maybe I would have better luck with the pantry. I settled on a can of canned corn. I settled right. The chicken loved the corn, clucking soft- ly as she pecked the kernels from the ground as I threw them from behind the safety of the sliding glass door. She ventured ever closer and soon was sit- ting on the back stairs. Now I really had to get to work, so I left, certain that she would be gone when I re- turned at lunch. Wrong. She was still there. My daughter was thrilled and named her "Lola." When my daughter returned to her life in the Bay Area the next day, I still had Lola. I tried to find her owner. I drove through the neighborhood and asked anyone I saw. This week's special days NOT JUST AN ORDINARY DAY COMPILED BY KERI TABORSKI Not just an ordinary day....a sampling of weekly notable special days and facts throughout the year.. Sept. 26 -- In 1960, the first televised presidential debate takes place between presidential candidates Richard M. Nixon and John F. Kennedy. Sept. 27 -- The first Ford Model T auto- mobile was built at a factory in Detroit, Mich., in 1908. -- The nationwide debut of "The Tonight Show," starring Steve Allen aired in 1954. Sept. 29 -- In 1966, the Chevrolet Camaro two-door coupe, originally code-named the Panther to compete with the Ford Mustang, was introduced and goes on sale at U.S. car dealerships. Sept. 30 -- Boulder Dam, now known as Hoover Dam, located on the Nevada-Ari- zona border, was dedicated in 1936. -- In 1947, the World Series featuring the New York Yankees and the Brooklyn Dodgers was televised for the first time. -- The Boeing 747 aircraft is shown to the public for the first time in 1968, built at the Boeing factory in Everett, Wash. Sept. 31 -- Thomas Edison patents the kinetoscope, the first movie projector in 1897. Oct. 1 -- Stanford University in Palo Alto is founded in 1891. -- In 1962, "The Tonight Show," star- ring Johnny Carson is first broadcast. "- In 1971, Walt Disney:World in Orlan- do;Fla., opens. -- In 1982, EPCOT Center at Walt Dis- ney World opens in Orlando, Fla. Oct. 2 -- Peanuts comic strip is first pub- lished in 1950. ' -- The television series "The Twilight Zone" premiers on CBS in 1959. Nobody was missing a chicken. Then I picked up the phone and called my county supervisor-- not because I thought reuniting lost chickens with their owners was part of her job description, but because she lived down the street and I figured she would know who had chickens. She did. Turns out a few people have chickens in the vicinity. I called Matt. He has eight chickens, but they were all well and ac- counted for, and, though it wasn't his chick- en, he knew a lot about them. I learned that Lola would eat almost any- thing, and she needed lots of water. Eventu-. ally she would need a coop. If I couldn't f'md the owner, Matt knew of someone who would provide a good home. Word continued to spread and I received more good advice, but no one knew the own- er. In the meantime Lola and I were bond- ing. She would follow me around the yard as I watered and pulled weeds, often pitching in by plucking bits of dandelion from the ground. She also befriended my cat. When I came home for lunch each day, I would find the pair side by side in the backyard. But I knew somebody was missing a pet, so I put a picture of Lola in the newspaper. The night before the paper came out, there was a knock at the front door. Wayne thought it might be his chicken. But it was after 7 in the evening and Lola always disappeared by then to roost so we agreed that he would return the next morn- ing. At 6:45 he appeared to identify Lola. No chicken. Normally she was out and about by then. I called out "LolaI" and she flew from her hiding place in a large bush and landed at my feet. "That's her," Wayne said. "She looks good." But complications had arisen in his life -- eight new little chickens and he was afraid that she wouldn't mesh with youngsters. Could I keep her for a while? I said that I could and he planned to come back and visit her on the weekend. But the visit never came to pass. Lola disappeared. I figured that she left the way she arrived, chased by a dog or a need for adventure. But sadly that wasn't the case. About a week later I was walking the property with Jim, a tree trimmer, and I was telling him about Lola. "A fox ate her," he said. I looked up startled, but he was pointing to the ground where little downy feathers were scattered along with some tell-tale droppings. How could I have missed that? I wish I didn't know. I preferred to think of her nibbling canned corn on someone else's back porch. I miss Lola. Our relationship was short, but I liked having her around. And though she is gone, she left me with some cute pictures, some fun memories and a few new friends. R_EMEMBER WHEN KERI TABORSKI Historian 75 YEARS AGO ..... 1937 William Yuhas, scheduled to stand trial in Plumas County Superior Court for the second time for the murder of Scott Bayes at Keddie July 13, will plead guilty of mur- der in the second degree. The first jury to try Yuhas was discharged after deliberating 21 hours and could not agree on a verdict. 50 YEARS AGO ........ 1962 Figures released today by the Plumas Unified School District shows an increase of 58 total students enrolled in all Plumas County public schools. Elementary schools show an increase of 10 students. High schools show an increase of 48 stu- dents. High school enrollment numbers: Quincy High School 521, Greenville High School 297, Chester High School 251 and Portola High School 259. 25 YEARS AGO ........... ,.1987 Both the criminal and family support division of the Plumas County District Attorney's Office have moved into the newly remodeled fourth floor at the Plumas County Courthouse in Quincy. This Saturday the State of California and Plumas County will celebrate the 50th anniversary of the construction of Highway 70 Feather River Canyon route. The festivities will begin at the Belden generating plant in the Feather River Canyon and the ceremony will continue at the Plumas County courthouse in Quincy. Want to feel altruistic? Donate blood Have you ever been plugging along in life, footloose and fancy free, embarking on ad- ventures just because you can, then going home at night, wondering what it's all about? It was one of those evenings when I first decided to donate blood. I was living in San- ta Barbara and happened to see a notice for a blood drive so I went in to donate. Once you're in the system, there's no es- cape. They've got your number: all of them. Every time you donate, they update your vi. tal information to keep tabs for the next time they want to suck your blood. After I moved to Quincy, soon enough I found myself at the Church of Latter Day Saints, giving blood. I go faithfully now, nearly every time the crew comes from Reno and sets up their portable blood bank in the church's giant hall. I missed one time because I went out of town for the holidays. The other time I missed was when I lost my wallet. I discov- ered it missing when I went to show my ID. Heart pounding, beginning to sweat, I raced out of the church and frantically re- traced my steps, all to no avail. What's worse is that I had just withdrawn $200 for a trip I was about to take (rather ironic). I didn't have another picture ID on me, which made me ineligible to donate. Besides that, I was too despondent to give anything to anyone, let alone my very lifeblood to someone who could end up to be the person who found and stole my wallet! So why do I donate blood? I want to help other people (but I don't want to work too hard doing it). I've been accused of being a vampire. But giving blood seems like the opposite MY TURN LAURA BEATON Staff Writer Ibeaton@plumasnews.corn of vampirism. How could donating blood be a bad thing? Does it make me appear moral- ly superior? Do I walk around with a holier- than-thou attitude? Somehow, being willing to let a phle- botomist stick a needle in your arm after answering numerous questions about your personal and sexual habits (e.g. "Have you had sex even once with a man who's had sex with another man?"), qualifies as doing something good for others, at least in my book. I'm willing to give my blood to someone in need but not my money, time or energy (ex- cept in very special cases). Giving blood takes up to an hour at most -- and only that long if you do a double on the apheresis machine, which takes your blood, separates the red blood cells, and re- turns everything else. Last time I donated, that's the way it went. I felt great afterwards. When you donate us- ing the machine, you get saline too, which leaves you fully hydrated, ready to go. Down in Santa Barbara I answered a plea to donate platelets, which takes about 90 minutes. I got to recline in a special, semi- private room that had TVs and VCRs for each victim, I mean donor. There were a couple hundred movies to choose from or you could bring your own. Afterwards, you got pizza and other special food, like Fritos and M&Ms. I could really fool myself into feeling al- truistic when I donated platelets. Then I moved away, and that option was no longer available. So now I'm on the three-to-four-times-a- year program. The problem with donating a double is that it takes longer for you to be el- igible to donate again. That means I lose out on good karma points, and have to do something else, like pick up trash, to get that warm fuzzy feeling. I don't think I'm naturally lazy, but it's easier to lie there and let them suck my blood than to scour the roadside picking up trash. Maybe donating blood makes me feel more like I'm part of humanity; that I'm contributing something worthwhile. I don't consider myself a vampire, or ome kind of reverse vampire. (Although I will confess to being a big fan of Ann Rice who wrote "Interview with a Vampire." Her vampire series makes "Twilight" look like tawdry teenage angst. Oh wait-- that's what it is!) Anyway, it does make me feel good to know that I can help someone in need by giving something of myself. So if you want to feel altruistic, or you just want to donate blood, keep your eyes open for the next blood drive, give the church a call or check out unitedbloodser-