Many people over the years have asked me, where the name came from.Now, the column name "KWICK KWIBS, Jr" by my dad, Ron Noland, came from his father (my Grandpa Bill).I hope I do that, while honoring this process of law.My hope is that we soon heal as a county and community; that we are safe and that there is justice - in what form, I do not know.
I usually fantasize that its my bank account balance.Dad was also "toying around" with the title KWICK KWIBS, Jr.When we started our newspaper in 1991, my early columns were terrible, even worse than today. I brought the name with me when Ronda and I started The Gyp Hill Premiere.It was a 2 hour movie redone recently on the basis of the Disney cartoon that from 1987-2008 I had watched more than 100 times with my daughter Breeann. Every motion, memorandum or rulings are just small pieces of a complex process that our community must go through to get to the end.I had also cut my teeth on VHS repair during those years when the machine had eaten the movie and my daughter would break out into tears. My heart breaks when I think about what everyone has gone through in this difficult situation: The family and friends of Steven Myers, The Sheriffs Department and all of the deputies, the EMS crews and the people of Sun City and Barber County - all wanting answers.Im super-proud of the work she did for us for almost a year now. I cant write about them, but she totally understands what Im talking about.Next to me, shes probably one of the fastest at assimilating information for exportation (from her pen to your eyes). When I say shes like one of my own kids, I mean it and she has been. Breeann (AKA Bree) comes to us as green as green can be.Quietly and with little to no fanfare, my youngest son left the age of teenager and turned 20 years old on Sunday, February 25. Hes serving his country in Okinawa with the Marine Wing Support Squadron 172.In Okinawa, you only have to be 20 years old to buy an alcoholic drink, unlike being 21 in the states.Ive had to give fatherly advice, which just like my real kids is taken with a grain of salt; Ive had to criticize her work, getting the too often eye-roll; and Ive had to call her occassionally to ask, "Where are you? Shes not written anything that I can remember since her, "I will be home by my curfew" story, which was actually just a sentence written 30x on a piece of notebook paper in high school." She knew just how hard and how much to push my buttons before I would either snap or laugh. So far, shes picking things up and is figuring out the routine.