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Playin it again, Sam
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Little Bro and I were discussing another Bro today, the one that fits in twixt me and him. Middle Little Bro is three years my junior and four years Little Bro’s senior.

Middle Bro, who shall be referred to hereafter as The Priest, left for a trip to Ireland about two weeks ago and has not been heard from since.

Must be one heck of a pub crawl he’s on.

As normally happens when I speak to baby brother ... ahem, excuse me ... Little Brother ... talk starts winding round to things and events that happened in our youth.

“Remember that record player mom and pop bought The Priest for Christmas one year? When he was about 10? I think it was called a ‘Walk ’n Play.’”

I couldn’t quite recollect, but immediately went to eBay to see if I could pull one up. No record of such a thing.

After a few minutes of punching in names and acronyms, it dawned on me that it was called a “Close ’n Play.”

“Oh yeah! Close and play! I still can’t believe ol’ skinflint Pops ever doled out the money for that thing.”

Something clicked in my head.

Skinflint Pops.

I remember  ol’ Skinflint one time asking me, “Why can’t you find a nice guy like me?”

Uh ... ’cause you’re a skinflint?

Well guess what?

Yeah. Exactly. I did find someone just like him. Little did I know.

Anyway, back to the subject of the “Close ’n Play.”

The funniest part about that was the very few select 45s The Priest would play on that thing.

Over and over and over we heard Edward Bear singing “Last Song”: “It’s the last song I’ll ever wriiiite for you...”

Hurricane Smith’s “Oh Babe, What Would You Say?” and Mouth and McNeil’s “How Do You Do?” You remember that one? “How do you do ... uh huh ... I thought ‘Why Not’ nahnah nahnah ‘just me...and you ... and then ... we can ... nahnah nahnah ... just like...be’fo’.”

The Priest had those songs down pat. He was doing karaoke before anyone knew what karaoke was.

I can see him now, standing in front of his mirror, smoothing down that thick red hair, singing those songs to himself as we peeked through the vent in the bedroom door. The hairbrush microphone. The groovy off-white turtleneck sweater. Seems like he had a necklace of some sort, like a leather shoelace with a cross at the end.

Swing-ah.

I believe he had some shiny pointed shoes, too. Austin Powers without the bad teeth and glasses.

There was another song that I am aware of that I don’t know if any of the other vast numbers of siblings is aware that he sang.

“Love Won’t Let Me Wait” by Major Harris.

Way too sexy for some devout little Catholic boy to be listening to. Or singing, for that matter. All I know is that when Holy-Mary-Mother-of-Seven started calling him, you could almost hear that needle go “whhhurrrp.”

Bless me Father, for I have sinned....

“Whaddya want, Ma?” he would call out, sliding the precious record player under the bed, hoping no one would come in and change the record to “Guitarzan” by Ray Stevens, a family favorite.

I don’t know how he clapped onto that particular R-rated 45, because it’s not really something either of my parents would have listened to. Too much moanin’ and groanin’. I mean, that song was just the epitome of “I Wanna Sex You Up.”

Never mind Donna Summer singing “Love to Love You, Baby,” she had nothin’ on that chick who sang with Major Harris.

So there is The Priest, crooning love ballads in the mirror, thinking of ways to schmooze the little gals at school on the playground.

I have to admit, he was probably a little ahead of his time, cause most of the kids were all trying to learn the lyrics to “My Dingaling” by Chuck Berry.

Not The Priest.

I can see him plain as day out there on the Fort Stewart Elementary School playground, sidling up to that cute little gal he liked, whispering something like, “I’ve got a confession to make, baby...” and launching into his love ballad.

What 10-year-old girl could resist?

Not surprisingly, most of them.

“Ewww...that’s gross!” they’d giggle and run.

The Priest doesn’t do love ballads anymore, though.

Given his calling, he’s upgraded to Irish folk songs.

But I know he’s got that Close ‘n Play with the Major Harris 45 tucked in his closet.

Just in case the priesthood doesn’t work out.

In Effingham County, Progress Starts With a Plan
Guest Editorial by Susan Kraut, President/CEO of Effingham County Chamber of Commerce
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A sold-out crowd of more than 150 business and community leaders gathered at Effingham’s New Ebenezer Retreat Center Sept. 24 for the Chamber of Commerce’s annual State of the County Luncheon, hearing updates on economic growth, education, and infrastructure across Effingham County. (Submitted photo)

At last Wednesday’s sold-out State of the County luncheon, more than 150 business and community leaders heard a message that resonated throughout the program: We have a plan, and we’re sticking to it.

Effingham County City Manager Tim Callanan opened his remarks with that thought. It was simple, but powerful. In an era when news feeds churn with controversy and change, it served as a reminder that behind the scenes, steady planning is happening – and those plans are beginning to bear fruit.

Businesses and residents often express frustration about roads, zoning, parks, schools or economic development, feeling that growth is outpacing action. The truth, as Callanan underscored, is that many of those actions are already underway, rooted in master plans that cover everything from transportation and stormwater to parks, communications and public safety.

The challenge is that plans only matter if people know they exist. Too often, businesses and citizens forget these plans are in place, don’t know where to find them or don’t realize how to weigh in at the right moments. When that happens, the community loses the chance to shape its own future and to express the value of those plans – why they matter and why they’re worth supporting.

Planning delivers progress

Last week’s luncheon highlighted how “plans” translate into progress. Mayor Kevin Exley shared Rincon’s ranking as one of Georgia’s safest cities and the city’s launch of the Citizen Central app – a small but meaningful step toward accessible local government. Springfield’s new city manager, Lauren Eargle, outlined a capital improvement plan that includes sidewalks, drainage and playgrounds, along with the less glamorous but vital work of a $35 million wastewater plant upgrade. Guyton’s city manager, Bill Lindsey, discussed contracting with planning consultants, winning grants for sidewalks, and reinvesting in Bazemore Park and downtown revitalization. These aren’t random acts; they’re evidence of intentional planning.

The school district provided another example when Superintendent Yancy Ford noted that Effingham now serves nearly 14,500 students speaking 33 languages. That diversity is an asset – but it also requires careful, proactive investment to maintain the high standards families expect. His most powerful point concerned ESPLOST, the 1-cent Education Special Purpose Local Option Sales Tax. Thanks to community support over the years, ESPLOST has built classrooms, purchased buses, enhanced safety measures, provided Chromebooks to all students, added security cameras and access-control systems, created inclusive playgrounds and athletic facilities open to the community, supported hands-on learning spaces like Honey Ridge, and established the College & Career Academy – a facility credited by Ford as helping lift the district’s graduation rate above 90% and expanding career pathways for a rapidly diversifying student body. And it has done so without incurring long-term debt.

Why ESPLOST matters

Among these examples of planning, none is clearer than ESPLOST — a long-term, voter-approved blueprint for funding education, renewed every five years to stay ahead of growth. The November ballot will again include the ESPLOST renewal, giving voters the opportunity to continue this proven approach to funding school facilities, technology, safety, transportation, inclusive playgrounds and community-accessible athletic fields. Renewing ESPLOST does not create a new tax; it simply extends the existing 1-cent sales tax, allowing residents, visitors and businesses to contribute to improvements that benefit every student. Without it, many of the projects parents and community members count on – such as new buses, safer schools, modern classrooms, career pathways and accessible playgrounds – would stall or require long-term debt.

Renewing ESPLOST is about more than bricks and mortar. It is not a reactionary measure but part of an intentional, ongoing plan to manage growth and maintain education – reinforcing the theme that plans become progress. As the district’s population becomes increasingly diverse and enrollment continues to rise, sustained ESPLOST funding is crucial to scaling programs, expanding facilities and maintaining the high graduation rates and opportunities that families expect. It is about protecting Effingham County’s tradition of educational excellence, maintaining property values and ensuring the workforce being prepared in our schools is ready to meet the needs of local employers. It is an investment in students, families and the future of our communities.

A call to the community

Effingham County is growing. Growth brings challenges, but it also brings opportunities. As the luncheon demonstrated, leaders at every level are working to guide that growth thoughtfully. The next step belongs to business owners, parents and neighbors – to lean in, stay informed and participate.

When hearing about a master plan, a referendum or a public meeting, don’t assume it is someone else’s job. Look up the plan, attend the forum, ask questions and cast a vote. That is how plans become progress – and how a yes vote on ESPLOST reaffirms and continues the community’s long-term plan for educational excellence, reinvesting in Effingham County’s future.