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I have been contemplating this letter for several years now. I park up at the Junior High daily, I make sure to get there in plenty of time to get an actual parking spot. This is hard to do some days when you get people taking up two parking spots.
Now I know some of you will say in winter time it's hard to see the lines and that may be so, but if you look they are still visible. Not only are people taking up two parking spots daily, but there are people parking in no parking zones as well as blocking driveways.

To the Editor:
Once again, we’d like to recognize Dr. Perkins, Dr. Schwartz, Brad Krambeer and Chris Dahlstrom for all your hard work and volunteering your time to the Waukon High School football team. We are so lucky to have all of you men at every ballgame. We know from experience how wonderful they all are, and the support goes on.
Once again, we had a great football season. Another good group of guys played hard, fought hard and still had to think they were pretty tough. And you were!
Once again, helmets off to you, you had a great season. To Coach Beermann and all assistant coaches, great job.
And to our nephew, Haden Hammel, #17, great job. You made us very proud. Great season for you, too.
So, next time you see one of these special men, let them know how much we appreciate them.
Happy Holidays!

Robert and Kristi Campbell
Waukon

P.S. Go Indians! Go Hawks!

Editor’s Note: The following opinion was authored by Dr. Ed Gogek, MD, an addiction psychiatrist who spent 30 years treating addicts and alcoholics in jails, prisons, homeless clinics and many treatment programs. This piece originally appeared in The Gazette newspaper in Cedar Rapids, and was submitted to The Standard by Helping Services for Northeast Iowa.

by Dick Schilling, Editor Emeritus

To the Editor:
This Thanksgiving dinner at the K.C. Hall may be the last one held there. Rich Schulte has done this for 18 years. He announce this was the last year he was doing this. This is a wonderful meal. He has such a nice group of people working with him.
This time of year I always think of a Thanksgiving dinner we had many, many years ago. My dad Harry Westerholm worked in Baraboo, WI in the defense plant. So did the Johnson brothers Spike and Earl. We had a snowstorm right before Thanksgiving. They couldn't make it home, so no pay check, no groceries.
I don't know what the Johnson families had for Thanksgiving dinner. My mom, my three brothers and me had scrambled eggs and baking powder biscuits. Not the usual Thanksgiving dinner, but it was a special one that we talked about often.
Betty Schwamman
Waukon

Just by chance and circumstances, three strangers became wonderful examples of this season of goodwill.
See, I donated to a second-hand shop and was given an artificial Christmas tree. The problem was we had an adjustable twin bed to move out of our living space to make room for the tree. So, I put the bed on a Wanted, For Sale or Free site while the two chunks of wired garland loosely referred to as a tree waited patiently, as it had obviously done in a former lifetime, to perform it’s one-and-only illuminating role.

To the Editor:
My husband, Rocky, is looking for the medic who saved his life in June of 1967. Rocky caught his leg in a power take-off and couldn't get it out because he had on new jeans which didn't rip. It was on Hwy. 9 about seven miles east of Decorah.
The medic was home on leave from Vietnam. He was wearing a white shirt and navy pants. He tore off his white shirt and tied it around Rocky’s leg and applied pressure points to stop the bleeding or he would have bled out. He went with Rocky and Paul Estrem to the Decorah Hospital.
Rocky never got his name or was able to thank him for it. He just seemed to disappear like a guardian angel who did what he needed to do and then left. We would appreciate anyone who would be able to help us find him.

by Dick Schilling, Editor Emeritus

by Dick Schilling, Editor Emeritus

by Pastor Samantha Houser
Zion United Church of Christ

A poem as we head into the Advent season:
In spite of war and terror, Mary gives birth to the Prince of Peace.
In spite of hunger, Mary gives birth to the Bread of Life.
In spite of lost sheep, Mary gives birth to the Good Shepherd.
In spite of hearts pregnant with hatred, Mary gives birth to LOVE.
It is not done!
It is not done!
It is not done!
The birthing is not over.
The blessings continue.
Angels wait in the wings!
-Ann Weems