Dancing With The Randolph Stars: A Rude Awakening

This morning I did not have a C-Section to attend at an un-Godly hour, so I hit the snooze button. I had just pulled myself out of one of those uber-awful dreams that I still have about passing-some-exam-I-haven't-studied-for-and-my-entire-semester's-grade-depends-on-it-so-I-can-graduate-medical-school.

I'm sure that reveals something deep and dark about my psyche for borderline sociopathic cyber-stalkers to analyze, ridicule and extort.

(Yeah, as I told another blogger yesterday - someone who sent me an e-mail that could actually offer a counter-point to an opinion I'd expressed without hurling an insult/slur, I'm still furious about my latest screw-turn in Randolph County's so-called "justice" system.)

Anyway, I was RUDELY awakened from my pseudo-slumber by the old-friend-with-the-good-Asheboro-name who has persuaded me not to go to my high school reunion. When I answered the phone, I was worried, because I thought it might be bad news about a serious medical issue pertaining to one of his loved ones.

But he was laughing. "Good morning, doctor!", he said. "I apologize for disturbing you at such an early hour."

He then proceeded to tell me that he had opened the Lifestyle section of his Greensboro News & Record this morning to find "retired" Community One/First National President, Mike Miller, dancing through its pages. And because his morning coffee had had a very hard time going down, he just had to ruin my daybreak with the telling of it.

Those Asheboro "celebrities" do get around. They certainly know all the "right people" at our local newspapers.

"Well, that just goes to show . . .", I said (still blinking and rubbing my eyes), ". . . that they're all in bed together".

He responded (between guffaws), "Yeah, it's really sad when even the floundering local newspaper (IMHO floundering because all it's done for the last fifteen years is play suck-up to people like Bob Morrison and Mike Miller) admits that we in Guilford County have to go down to Asheboro to find any night life."

Then he added (just to get my goat, "But it was all for a good cause."

"Yes, dear," I replied sweetly, "But you'd think seventeen couples comprised of Asheboro's right people could've raised a whole lot more than $103,000 for RCC."

And that's when my friend's wisdom surpassed mine.

"Yes, dear. But we're in hard times. Thanks to Mikey, $103,000 will buy you exactly 103,000 shares of First National stock."

I could not top that (and you can keep the stock). Game/set/match to the early riser with the good name. I thank God for my old friends from Asheboro - who help me keep it all in perspective. We exchanged a few more pleasantries and got on with our ordinary lives.

Out of Asheboro. Away from these people who, in their greed and power-mongering, have stolen so much from so many . . .

. . . but who still manage to make the newspaper's front page as dancing angels-of-charity.

And the News & Record cannot figure out why the comments on its boards are scathing . . . and readers are dropping their subscriptions (to avoid nausea in the morning)?