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  • New Year's Resolution for the Town of Big Sandy; Junk removal

    Rich Jesperson|Jan 13, 2021

    At the start of another new year and in anticipation of the hundreds of family and friends coming to town this summer for another Big Sandy Homecoming, your Town Council wants to challenge all residents with this new year's resolution: WE RESOLVE TO CLEAN UP AND BEAUTIFY BIG SANDY! The first step of this resolution is to clean up the town. The public spaces in town, like the parks and streets, are the responsibility of the Town Council. We will likely be asking for volunteer help this spring...

  • New Year's Resolution for the Town of Big Sandy

    Rich Jesperson|Dec 30, 2020

    At the start of another new year and in anticipation of the hundreds of family and friends coming to town this summer for another Big Sandy Homecoming, your Town Council wants to challenge all residents with this new year’s resolution: WE RESOLVE TO CLEAN UP AND BEAUTIFY BIG SANDY! The first step of this resolution is to clean up the town. The public spaces in town, like the parks and streets, are the responsibility of the Town Council. We will likely be asking for volunteer help this spring with gardening, tree and shrub trimming, and l...

  • Love someone enough to let them be angry with you

    Rich Jesperson|Mar 18, 2020

    By Rich Jespersen She was on her phone and crying very hard, saying, “Don’t hang up! Don’t hang up!” Then, she began to punch in a phone number and listen, saying, “Oh, no! Oh, no! Answer your phone. Answer your phone.” I asked what was wrong. Through her sobs, she told me she was trying to get through to her boyfriend who had just said he was going to kill himself. Then he had hung up and wasn’t answering his phone anymore. I immediately said, “I’m going to call 911 and report a potentially imminent suicide. What’s your boyfriend’s name an...

  • Suicide touches home

    Rich Jesperson|Oct 23, 2019

    Over the third weekend in September, my high school class (‘69) celebrated our 50th reunion in the Bay Area of California. We were a class of about 250 students. I was quite a bit more socially inhibited in those days, so I pretty much kept to my crew of about a half a dozen close friends. One of those close friends, perhaps the closest, was John Doe (not his real name). John had continued to live in that part of the country. He had a successful dental practice, married, and had one beautiful daughter. John and I lived in the same suburban n...

  • Farmer Suicides at Epidemic Levels in the U.S.

    Rich Jesperson|Aug 22, 2018

    He was growing food but had to think twice about the cost of eating out more than once in a rare while. He worked 80 hours a week but couldn’t seem to save enough to ever take his kids to Disneyland. He worried about his family’s health not just from love of them, but also because any significant medical bills would spell financial ruin. He watched weather reports with an anxious obsession, his livelihood always hanging in the balance. He patched up his old machinery as best he could, which became more and more challenging with each pas...