December 31, 2009

Happy New Year

Posted in General at 5:58 pm by thevoicesofstuart


December 28, 2009

Ombudsman Issues Investigative Report On Misconduct Of Stuart Street Superintendent (Updated)

Posted in City News at 3:19 pm by thevoicesofstuart

By Peggy Schlichter


Update – It has been brought to my attention that the skid loader used by Bob to clear his drive last week was rented from John Schwinger.  It is identical to the one owned by the city and was dropped off at the city yard for his use.


The Ombudsman Office has completed their investigation and issued this investigative report.

While I find the report interesting in its findings today I also remember seeing Mr. Airhart using the city skip loader in his drive last week just before this last snowfall pushing the old snowfall back out of the way.  Since the city has been in receipt of this report for at least 30 days and responded back to the Ombudsman Office it is hard to believe that Mr. Airhart was unaware of the report findings and persists in flagrantly violating city employee standards.  Let alone a city administrator and council who have failed to take any appreciable disciplinary action over the years.

One can only hope that with a new mayor taking office next month there is some hope that city personnel problems will begin to be addressed in a firm, fair and timely manner.

Turning A Blind Eye, An Investigation Into Misconduct by the City of Stuart’s Street Superintendent, and How City Leaders Responded to It

December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas To All, And To All A Good Night

Posted in General at 10:45 pm by thevoicesofstuart

Twas the Night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

‘Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

by Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828)