It’s tough to fathom some of the things people do. Sending a bullet through the head of a 75-pound bear cub and putting the cub in front of the administration building at Western Carolina, with Obama signs stapled together over him, is one of them.
That the signs were Obama’s, and not McCain’s, is not the issue. The issue is who would do this, and why? Imagine how proud the perpetrator’s parents must be. You shot a bear cub and dumped signs onto it and left it on campus?
We’re proud of you son.
And we’ll be even prouder when you move out of the basement.
That was one story in Tuesday’s Charlotte Observer that stayed with me. Fortunately, another story did for a completely different reason.
We wrote about Jimmy Justice, who died last week at the age of 90. Anybody that walked into the men’s locker room at the Dowd YMCA knew Jimmy. He was always upbeat, always curious, always wanted to talk about sports. A lot of people want to talk about sports. What distinguished Jimmy is that he also wanted to listen.
As sorry as I was to hear about his death, I have to believe that his was a life well-lead. You can’t fake the outlook and attitude he brought.
One way you know you made an impact: when people think about you, they smile.
I smile when I think about Jimmy.