I am getting old. Actually, I am “officially old.” Besides my sons referring to me as “Old Man,” there are the physical reminders, like a receding hairline — which didn’t just leave, it evacuated — and the numerous aches, pains, and twinges that are now part of my advancing years. Two things have recently occurred that, while insignificant to others, made me quite self-aware. Walking in and out of our building, I found myself not carrying a briefcase, but a heating pad. I also was excited enough about a new toaster to fist-bump my wife, Kristen. Now, that’s living! Also growing old with me is my great buddy, Jed the dog. Now 14, he is slowing down. His hips are giving him some issues — that is, until it is time to eat or get a treat; then, he practically moonwalks. His visits to our office aren’t as frequent now, and, of course, he snoozes (a lot) on a favorite piece of furniture. But he loves everyone and was just voted “Best Dog Ever” in a non-scientific ballot.
Longstanding businessman and all-around great guy John Lamb retired from German American Bank on Aug. 31 after 43 years in the banking industry. He is a friend, confidant, and mentor to many. Not surprisingly, John was just as valued as a board member by too many nonprofits to mention. Unfortunately, overcoming his love of University of Kentucky basketball was a hurdle he could not clear. Congratulations to you, John. Thanks for everything you have done for the community, and my sympathy to your lovely wife, Julie.
Over Labor Day weekend, Kristen and I traveled to Nashville, Tennessee, for the Music City Kickoff football game between the University of Mississippi and the University of Louisville. A takeover commenced around Nissan Stadium as both teams’ fans filled the bars and restaurants Downtown. There was a lot of good-natured bantering and trash talk (I, of course, held my tongue), plus great weather. It was a long weekend, a great college football game, and a last-second win by Ole Miss, 41-38. In my opinion, it doesn’t get much better. Well … a U of L win would have been nice.
“Remarkable” is the word I will use to describe Sam Schulz. Like his older sister, Sophie, Sam was born with epidermolysis bullosa, a rare condition that made his skin very fragile, causing it to blister and tear easily. I have been around Sam for many years: He attended Holy Rosary Catholic School and Reitz Memorial High School, as did my sons, and he always was around the ballpark or gym. That young man had a painful, debilitating disease and yet was full of courage and personality, which he then shared when he met some of the most legendary people in sports. I also commend the tremendous love and care Sam’s parents, Pat and Lori, gave him. Maybe that is where some of his spirit and courage came from.
Sam passed away on Aug. 12 at 22 years old, surrounded by family. He most certainly will not be forgotten.
As always, I look forward to hearing from most of you.
Todd A. Tucker, Publisher
