|Sun, Dec 17, 2017 03:42 PM
|Wednesday, March 8, 2017 issue
They say you can find anything on the Internet, and I'm starting to believe it.
|This n' That|
The day I found myself
Just the other day I found myself.
I was bored and restless, so I did what everybody else does when they are in that state of mind — I surfed the 'net. After about an hour of visiting my regular haunts (eBay, eBay and eBay), I was getting bored again. With the Yahoo! page staring me in the face, I decided to type my name in the search engine and see if there were any results.
There were 13 results for "Tony Fyffe," and eight of them actually had to do with me. Most of the entries had to do with my job at The Big Sandy News and stories I had written. Two of them were online obituaries for my dad.
Can you imagine how thrilling it was to see my name on the Internet? Now I know how people feel when they see their name in the newspaper (in a good light).
I also discovered an interesting fact during my little search for myself — I'm not the only Tony Fyffe out there. There's a Tony Fyffe who is an assistant football coach for the Piketon (Ohio) Redstreaks. Another Tony Fyffe is a real estate agent in Tennessee.
Wow. Three Tony Fyffes. How can the world take us?
So if you get bored one day and have nothing to do, get on the Internet and try to find yourself.
You might be surprised what you find.
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Sports dude Alton Huff told me the other day that I might be the most informed person in the Big Sandy area, referring to my job as copy editor, which requires a lot of reading.
"No," I responded. "I don't soak in most of what I read."
That's true. If my brain had the ability to absorb everything I read and edit (news, sports, obituaries, just to name a few), I would be unbeatable in a game of Eastern Kentucky Jeopardy. Unfortunately, my tiny thinking organ only allows me to live for the moment before going on to something else.
I guess that's why I don't read books as much as I used to. After reading what I do at work, the last thing I want is to do the same thing at home.
I wouldn't be able to retain what I read anyway, so what's the point?
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Someone told me the other day that someone stole the flowers her family had recently put on her mother's grave. She said thieves always steal flowers around this time every year.
I can think of nothing meaner than stealing items from a cemetery. That's a deceased person's final resting place, yet their survivors can hardly have peace of mind if people are stealing things. I don't see how the thieves can sleep at night knowing what they have done, but, then again, people who steal don't have a conscious anyway.
So, with Memorial Day later this month, keep an eye on the flowers you place on a loved one's grave because, unfortunately, there are creeps out there waiting to steal them.