New Director of Adel Partners Chamber of Commerce
Adel Partners Chamber of Commerce:
Deb Bengtson is the new Director of the Adel Partners Chamber of Commerce.
She has Chamber background with the Windsor Heights Chamber and the West Des Moines Chamber.
Deb is looking forward to meeting the Adel community and helping grow the City of Adel.
Deb’s email is Chamber@AdelPartners.Org or office phone 515-993-5472. Don’t hesitate to reach out and welcome Deb to Adel.
Adel Partners Chamber of Commerce
PO Box 73, 301 S. 10th Street, 2nd Floor
Adel, IA 50003
Email: Chamber@AdelPartners.Org
Website: www.adelpartners.org
Facebook: AdelPartnersChamberOfCommerce
Dancing with the Stars Ahem, Staff
Courtesy of Watermark Communities/VillageLegacyPointe:
Many residents at The Village at Legacy Pointe retirement community are long-time fans of the television show Dancing with the Stars and this last season was no exception, especially with Iowa native, Chris Soules in the cast.
The community members gathered together every week to watch the show, but when the season ended the group stopped gathering.
A couple of months later an idea emerged to get the group back together: Dancing with the Staff, an event which everyone pulled together to create and enjoy.
There was an emcee (just like on Dancing with the Stars), six different acts, a panel of four judges and a mirror-ball trophy.
Four judges: Residents at The Village at Legacy Pointe – Mike, Bud, Phyllis and Patricia
Performers danced to a variety of songs and genres, from YMCA to African gospel music and even included a comedic belly dance routine.
“The belly dance was hilarious to the point that people were laughing so they were crying,” said Lisa Knapp, Community Life Director at The Village at Legacy Point. 
“Music, movement and laughter are good for the mind, body and soul,” said Tammy Olson, Executive Director at The Village at Legacy Pointe. “Anytime we can combine those items it’s sure to be a crowd pleaser.”
Residents can’t wait to have the event again. “We do a lot of different, fun things here, but this one was my favorite. I have never laughed so hard,” said Anna Marie Wise, a resident at The Village at Legacy Pointe.
Scores were awarded to each performance and the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy performers took home the trophy.
For more information on The Village at Legacy Pointe, call 515-987-4100 or visit villagelegacypointe.watermarkcommunities.com.
Media Contacts:
Amy Barth, Executive Director
The Village at Legacy Pointe
515-987-4100
Katelin Schwarck
Hanser & Associates (for Watermark Retirement Communities)
Office 515-224-1086 / Direct 515-421-4136
About The Village at Legacy Pointe Retirement Community of Waukee
Located at 1650 SE Holiday Crest Circle, The Village at Legacy Pointe retirement community of Waukee serves up to 186 residents, with levels of care including Independent Living, Assisted Living, Memory Care and Rehabilitation/Skilled Nursing. Watermark Retirement Communities Inc., one of America’s leading operators of senior living communities, owns and manages The Village at Legacy Pointe. Amy Barth is the Executive Director of the community. For more information, visit www.watermarkcommunities.com/VillageLegacyPointe or call 515-987-4100.
About Watermark Retirement Communities Inc.
Watermark Retirement Communities Inc. is the nation’s 16th largest senior housing operator. Watermark’s commitment to creating extraordinary communities where people thrive dates back 30 years to when it opened its first retirement community in 1987. Watermark manages
Terry Traveller – They Had Me Tested
Our adventurer explores the wonders of psychological testing… those poor scientists.. – Editor
I suppose I should start at the beginning, though Eastern writers have spent centuries telling tales in circular patterns and they seem to make sense when it’s all said and done.
I was asked once to participate in a research study.
As is usually the case in this type of thing, I wasn’t told the hypothesis nor the goal of the study, only the variables which I was to provide.
The tests were simple: look at one hundred faces and decide if they represented a happy or angry person.
I answered the questions with ease, though the research students conducting the study seemed very aggravated that I asked several times to know my score.
Following this, I was asked to view dozens of scenes populated with people doing various activities in various environments. The images flew past me rather quickly, but I gathered what information I could, without knowing the objective. I was then asked general questions regarding my self esteem.
How that related to a scene of people dressed in 1846 costumes playing cribbage I will never know.
I was then asked to answer a series of mathematic equations, to rearrange blocks into specific designs, and define colors by what I image their flavors to be.
Eyebrows were raised when I chose mashed potatoes for green, but I had very good reason to do so. With each test I asked to know how I was doing, whether I was making the grade.
The students at first seemed frustrated with me, but following each subsequent test began to talk amongst themselves in hushed voices, marking vigorous notes, and pointing at me.
Finally I was taken to a plain room with beige walls and nothing but a table and two chairs. I sat patiently, humming and twiddling my thumbs as I am prone to do.
The songs included the Jeopardy theme, a favorite Italian aria, and the na-na-na’s from Batman. This lasted for several encores of na-na-na’s.
The door opened and a funny little man entered, dressed in a tweed suit with leather elbow patches. His face was weathered underneath a well groomed beard that sat below tense eyes and surrounded an equally tense mouth.
He said nothing, carried nothing with him, and seemed to be vacant of thought aside from whatever was making him tense- I assumed it was gas.
He sat for several minutes in silence without moving. I sat for several minutes with a broad smile on my face, head cocked to the left, awaiting instruction. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. I leaned forward and did the same. He leaned back in his chair. I followed suit. He twitched his nose and his mustache shook like a cartoon character drawn by Tex Avery.
I attempted to do the same but imagined the result to look more akin to the Cadbury bunny. He leaned forward again and this time I leaned to the right. “Ah”, he exclaimed, “that solves it!”
He then left the room and I was quickly ushered to the exit by a rather happy, or perhaps angry, research student who kept mumbling under his breath, “to the right.”
Years later I was sent a copy of the study by an anonymous source. I know it was the one I participated in due to the continual references made to the “orange variable” and the mashed potatoes.
The study was trying to determine what people interpret via a computer screen in comparison with face to face contact. The applications were endless the study boasted, as to marketing trends, facial recognition software, and nano technology.
As happy that I am to have helped the field of science, the conspiracy theorist in me has the sneaky feeling that I provided them with an insight to humanity that may be the necessary component for androids to secretly infiltrate our society and eventually take over.
That is, now that they know when to call it quits and lean to right.
– Terry
Terry Traveller
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Terry Traveller at the Equator
Terry traveling alone… always a scary thought. We’ve had accountants quit over the expense reports. – Editor
It might be a hot Iowa summer, but this is nothing compared to my summer along the equator.
I had just finished a long tour of the most northern point of the globe and thought I deserved a little fun in the sun.
I had been reading a fun book by Joan Wilder- I think it was called “The Stones of Romance” or something like that. So off to Columbia I went!
Columbia is home to coffee, oil, coal, and gold. It has a rich cultural history, thick forests that hide amongst the ageless trees, charming villages and caring people.
It is true that my parka generated a great deal of attention but after a few days of detainment and hours of conversation, I was sent on my way with a note pinned to the breast pocket which roughly translated read, “Crazy. Do not ask about coat. Avoid all conversation.” El Presidente.
The rest of my 2 month trip was uneventful, due in a great part to my approximate 2 month visit to the local hospital.
From what I remember, I had spent 3 days aboard a small bus, peopled with chickens, winding my way along a narrow mountain road following a vintage travel brochure from 1946.
We had reached a resting point when I apparently fainted exiting the bus.
I spent the remainder of my trip confined to my hospital bed and corridors regaining my strength from a serious case of heat stroke with a touch of typhoid.
The nurses seemed to like me well enough, at least they laughed when I walked the halls pushing my orange coat in a wheelchair.
I wasn’t allowed to wear the coat due to hospital policy but found it to be a comforting reminder of home.
On the day of my discharge I was given several hugs and souvenirs to bring back to the states.
I was detained again this time passing through US customs with a note that read, “Crazy. Do not ask about coat. There are bigger fish.”
People speculate that was government lingo for calling me a drug mule but I maintain it was the fishing tackle in my carry on bag that prompted such a response.
This is Terry saying it may not be true but it might as well be.
– Terry
Terry Traveller
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Doug James – Coming Home to Play After 48 Years
August 8th, 2015 will be a homecoming for Doug James.
Doug is a Class of 67′ graduate who makes his living as a DJ, voice talent, actor, and musician in Chicago.
His band, Doug James and the Pocket will be playing on stage August 8th from 11 am to 2 pm after the Adel Sweet Corn Festival parade.
In 2010, former Chicago Dee Jay Doug James recruited a veteran band of Chicago musicians to form Doug James and The Pocket.
“Since then we’ve been tearing through Chicagoland with shows at the House of Blues, Buddy Guy’s legends, the Hard Rock Cafe, Reggies, Harlem Ave Lounge, the Chicago Blues Fest, Ribfest and other venues.”
“We make music that matters to us – part blues, part funk, part r&b, part rock. We play real loose with the proportions, though.” says Doug,
The band’s recently released CD ‘Leg Up’, is available for download on iTunes, CD Baby, Amazon, Google Plus and on BandCamp.”
“Leg Up should come with a warning: Once you put it in your CD player, you may not be able to get it out… James has assembled a killer lineup of tunes that represents the best of their live shows, dripping with authentic Chicago-style rhythm and blues. They are the real deal!”
— Steve Downes, WDRV-FM Chicago
Band Members:
Doug James – Vocals/Keys/Percussion
Rick Demshi – Bass/Vocals
Ken Johnson – Keyboards
Chuck Wasserburg – Guitars/Mandolin.Vocals
Dave Rix – Harmonica/Vocals/Percussion
On Saturday, his nephew Aaron James, will be sitting in on percssion while Dave enrolls his daughter in Harvard.
“Aaron is a great musician, I’m looking forward to performing with him on stage.”
Although Doug might not make back to Adel very often, you’ve probably seen or heard him. He’s a very talented performer who successfully does a wide range of work in film, television, theater and music.
Recently he’s been the voice of McDonalds, Craftmen, Reese’s Puffs and Eggo to list a few.
His film work includes, Google Me Love, Just Like a Woman, Diversion, The Express, and Check Please.
On TV he’s been in, Chicago PD, ER, Cupid, Prison Break. and as a villain in the STARZ hit, Boss.
“I play a VERY bad man. I was known simply as ‘The Grey Haired Man’ until season 2 when my identity was revealed. I play an anonymous, mysterious, somewhat scary guy who basically does surveillance and if the job requires cleans up any loose ends. The Kelsey Grammar series lasted only 2 seasons. But it was a great show and so much fun to be working with so many fine actors!”
On living in Chicago, Doug replied, “…it’s been the best place to do what I’ve done, but it’s the Adel start that helped make that possible.”
When asked what to expect on the 8th,“We hope that when you listen to us you dance a lot, laugh some, and yes, maybe even think some. That’s what we’re all about.” – Doug
You can see and hear clips of Doug’s work at DougJames.com and listen to the great sounds of Doug James and the Pocket at www.djp6.com.
Terry Traveller Does RAGBRAI
Here’s an image for you, Terry in spandex, with that orange parka on a bike in July… – Editor
This year, I am proud to say I partook in one of Iowa’s grandest traditions, RAGBRAI.
In the time honored tradition the Iowa weather was unbearable- I’m sure it had nothing to do with my fur lined parka.
The sweaty faces of thousands of cyclists from across the globe seemed to me to create the Ultimate Iowan- a thousand arms and legs all peddling together with a common goal, the love of the land, and the audacity to close down main veins of traffic for fun.
It seemed to me to bear a striking resemblance to the migratory pattern of Scandinavian Idaltu cave dwellers who often held parades as they traveled from one bungalow to the next in search of water, rest, first aid, and Schrader valves.
Now, some of you may think me a friend of “Fred and Doris” but I’m a seasoned “Clydesdale”. (These are cycling terms for the unaware.)
This year I rode for 500 miles, making several extra loops for fun and occasionally to find my towel.
Amongst 15,000 people I find it easy to get distracted and while I never get lost, for travelers simply do not get lost they may seek, explore, or ask for guidance but we are never lost, it was necessary to ask for guidance several times along the way.
I met several people, many of whom felt inspired by our conversation to ride up the next hill or jaunt as quickly as they could. I find it gratifying to motivate others, don’t you?
– Terry
Terry Traveller
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Terry Traveller Series – Ballenese
I know, I know, Terry was missing last Sunday. When Terry sends in articles by carrier pigeon, things aren’t always pretty – Editor
I often hear from readers that I write as though the entire world is listening, or alternatively, that I write to amuse myself alone.
I admit that both are true: my goal is to reach a wide audience of readers and share with them the wonders of the world as they have yet to experience for themselves.
Since so few have witnessed what I share, it must be only for my own gratification that I include such personal callbacks and inside jokes none will ever experience outside my head.
This is due to an ancient eastern philosophy you may as well attribute with Bali, though I learned it from a modern day Englishman in a sci-fi book written in 1923. The Balinese people believe in one thing three ways: harmony (or balance) among people, with nature, and with the higher power.
This extends to the idea that Bali is the center of the universe, and the soul the center of the personal universe. As long as you know where you are, and you know where your towel is, you can find your balance.
To a Western mind this may seem silly. A bunch of guys with beards verified century after century that the earth travels around the sun, and the sun is the center of the universe, and that our universe is on the less scenic spiral arm of the galactic map. It may also seem hypocritical, as Bali still has crime, famine, what we would consider incredible inequality among the sexes, drunk driving fatalities, and littering.
But science, politics, and philosophy are various world views- not proofs to be used to verify one over the other. And besides, if someone had actually figured out a utopian society, we would have exploited it by now.
For me, there are too many cultures and sub cultures in the world to verify any of them as stone cold truth. That isn’t to say that none of them are I simply mean that the concept is too complex for my human brain to make sense of.
What is true in Nepal isn’t true in San Diego. And what is true in Dallas County may seem absurd in Warren County. So instead, I pick and choose my philosophies like vitamins and minerals- I take an extra dose of Iron when I need it, Vitamin C when the seasons change, Fish Oil because someone told me I should.
I travel to see what’s happening across the big blue marble and share my experiences to help digest them. The jokes are the sugar to help the medicine go down, and perhaps a bit of Western pride in that I think I’m a pretty funny cat, if I do say so myself.
– Terry
Terry Traveller
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Mayor Peters Discusses the City of Adel
Courtesy of City of Adel:In June, Adel’s Mayor, Jim Peters spoke with Mediacom Newsleaders host, Elizabeth Klinge about the city of Adel.
They cover some of the history of Adel, the downtown district, the Court House, the brick streets, the Adel Tax incentive and the Adel Sweet Corn festival, which is August 8th.
Adel City Hall
301 S. 10th Street
Adel, Iowa 50003
Phone: (515) 993-4525
Website: www.adeliowa.org
Facebook: facebook.com/CityofAdelIowa
Retirement Community Named Best Place to Retire in Iowa
Courtesy of Watermark Communities/VillageLegacyPointe:
Waukee Retirement Community Named Best Place to Retire in Iowa by Tripping.com.
The popular online vacation rentals booking website evaluated retirement communities to find those that offer adults 55+ the best fun, active and independent living.
One community was chosen from each U.S. state. “We’re proud to be recognized as a leader in retirement living,” says Tammy Olson, Executive Director at The Village at Legacy Pointe. “It’s wonderful, but the greatest validation is the one we see every day in our residents’ smiles.”
Smiles are plentiful at the many programs, classes and outings offered at The Village at Legacy Pointe. Residents can be found at book club, cake decorating classes, attending musical performances, learning how to use Facebook and iPads, and much more.
The abundance of activities draw neighbors together to learn, socialize and get fit, which makes life better for everyone. “There’s always something happening here,” says Olson.
“Stimulating the mind and strengthening the body is beneficial at any age. We make it part of everyday life and we’re so glad to be recognized for offering individuals a great way to live in retirement.”
The full Tripping.com list of best places to retire: https://www.tripping.com/explore/america-the-beautiful-series-best-places-to-retire-in-the-us
For more information on The Village at Legacy Pointe, call 515-987-4100 or visit villagelegacypointe.watermarkcommunities.com.
Media Contacts:
Amy Barth, Executive Director
The Village at Legacy Pointe
515-987-4100
Katelin Schwarck
Hanser & Associates (for Watermark Retirement Communities)
Office 515-224-1086 / Direct 515-421-4136
About The Village at Legacy Pointe Retirement Community of Waukee
Located at 1650 SE Holiday Crest Circle, The Village at Legacy Pointe retirement community of Waukee serves up to 186 residents, with levels of care including Independent Living, Assisted Living, Memory Care and Rehabilitation/Skilled Nursing. Watermark Retirement Communities Inc., one of America’s leading operators of senior living communities, owns and manages The Village at Legacy Pointe. Amy Barth is the Executive Director of the community. For more information, visit www.watermarkcommunities.com/VillageLegacyPointe or call 515-987-4100.
About Watermark Retirement Communities Inc.
Watermark Retirement Communities Inc. is the nation’s 16th largest senior housing operator. Watermark’s commitment to creating extraordinary communities where people thrive dates back 30 years to when it opened its first retirement community in 1987. Watermark manages
Dallas County Bond Referendum August 4th
The Dallas County Supervisor’s will hold their Third County-Wide Special Election for a $16.8 million public safety building on Tuesday, August 4th, 2015.
The proposal is described as a pared-down version of the previous bond votes in 2013 and 2014.
The revised proposal focuses on a new Sheriff’s Office and Law Enforcement Center to be located at the eastern edge of the Adel City limits on Highway 6/Hickman Road.
The proposed site is owned by the County and contains the sewer lagoons on the north side of the bike trail.
The number of polling places has been reduced to 10, see the Dallas County locations of Voting Centers for your location.
The poll hours are 7 am to 8 pm on August 4, 2015.
Dallas County Auditor and Commissioner of Elections, Gene Krumm stated that “any Dallas County resident can vote at any of the vote centers.”
For more information on the proposal, contact the Dallas County Auditor’s office at 515-993-6914 or at dallascountybond.com.
Local Retirement Community Wins National Awards
Courtesy of Watermark Communities/VillageLegacyPointe:
Waukee, Iowa (July 15, 2015) Each year, when determining award winners, Watermark Retirement Communities looks at dozens of factors when evaluating its 38 retirement communities throughout the nation.
This year, following these evaluations, The Village at Legacy Pointe took home a whopping 12 Thrive Awards.
The awards were won by associates in many different roles and departments, from administrator assistant to nurse to executive director, showing that the commitment to excellence at The Village at Legacy Pointe is community-wide.
Not only did associates win awards, but resident Anna Marie also won for her role within the community. Even Miss Kitty, Waukee residents Loren and Jo Roiger’s cat, won the pet ambassador award for the joy she brings to residents.
“There’s no substitute for great service and it’s wonderful to see our commitment is making a difference and is being noticed on a national scale,” said Tammy Olson, Executive Director at The Village at Legacy Pointe. “I can’t wait to see how we continue to grow in the next year.”
For more information on The Village at Legacy Pointe, call 515-987-4100 or visit villagelegacypointe.watermarkcommunities.com.
Media Contacts:
Amy Barth, Executive Director
The Village at Legacy Pointe
515-987-4100
Katelin Schwarck
Hanser & Associates (for Watermark Retirement Communities)
Office 515-224-1086 / Direct 515-421-4136
About The Village at Legacy Pointe Retirement Community of Waukee
Located at 1650 SE Holiday Crest Circle, The Village at Legacy Pointe retirement community of Waukee serves up to 186 residents, with levels of care including Independent Living, Assisted Living, Memory Care and Rehabilitation/Skilled Nursing. Watermark Retirement Communities Inc., one of America’s leading operators of senior living communities, owns and manages The Village at Legacy Pointe. Amy Barth is the Executive Director of the community. For more information, visit www.watermarkcommunities.com/VillageLegacyPointe or call 515-987-4100.
About Watermark Retirement Communities Inc.
Watermark Retirement Communities Inc. is the nation’s 16th largest senior housing operator. Watermark’s commitment to creating extraordinary communities where people thrive dates back 30 years to when it opened its first retirement community in 1987. Watermark manages
Terry Traveller Series – The Bird Man of Borax
Terry on laundry day in a sarong… and I thought the parka was bad. – Editor
As a world traveler with so many miles underfoot, I sometimes forget about the exciting adventures that take place in the mundane activities of home.
I suppose the day had started out like any other.
I awoke to the familiar sounds of a garbage truck and early morning commotion to the thought, “where am I?” I took in my surrounds and realized I was once again home from my latest excursion.
I stumbled though making coffee and assessed the needs of the day.
My travel bag was stuffed with fragrant polyester blends, my fridge void of sustenance, and my tower of mail necessitated a Viking funeral. First things first: to the Laundromat!
Some people hate going to the Laundromat- the hot, humid environment, loud banging noises, the constant worry that someone will steal their clothing- these are not concerns of mine. Years in foreign lands made the practice a luxury for it is far better than beating my clothes against a rock. And my Laundromat has antenna TV and 25 cent coffee.
Somehow, I knew this trip would be different than the rest. Perhaps it was the single car parked in the lot- a fiery orange Camero with grey leather interior, an open trunk and no driver in sight. But soon I saw its owner: a middle-aged man dressed in his teenage son’s gangster clothing. I was draped in my Hawaiian sarong and alpaca sweater. No one judges your clothing on Laundry Day. No, it was his companion that caught my attention.
Perched atop the communal wheelie-cart was a large, orange and grey parrot. I nodded to the impressive winged-fellow and he returned the salutation with a loud squawk that reverberated against the metal machinery. It was a sound I was accustomed to in the deep jungles or avian exhibit at the zoo, but even to this world traveler it was a curious sound and sight to behold.
For the next hour the parrot sat atop his metal branch and commented on the acting talents of Three’s Company, singing out in a sarcastic caw at each canned laugh. I was slightly offended by his judgmental responses to classic 70s melodrama until Ralph Furley entered and the bird chirped, spread his wings, and clicked his approval for the great Don Knotts. His driver sat silent, staring into his cellular telephone.
At the end of the show the bird called out his farewells, climbed onto and pooped upon the man’s shoulder, and left the Laundromat. In the relative silence I realized once again the meaning of life: Wear, Wash, Rinse, Repeat. We wear the clothes, outside forces soil them, we wash the clothes, and the spinning cycle of life repeats, all to the sounds of loud cackles and caws.
I went on with the rest of my day, performing each mundane task with a revitalized sense of purpose. Bring on the sarcastic parrots and monochromatic feces- each is a truly unique experience.
This is Terry Traveler saying, it may not be true, but it might as well be.
– Terry
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Fuller Station Auction July 26th
Courtesy of Daugherty Auction:
Fuller Station Auction
Sunday, July 26th, 2015 12:00 pm
718 Greene St., Adel, IA
Corner of Hwy 169 & Hwy 6
Tom and Linda Fuller have sold their convenience store and are selling all inventory, restaurant equipment & some shop equipment!
No Tobacco or Alcohol Will Be Sold!
Kitchen Equipment!
- Walk-in freezer
- Federal self contained food warmer
- Farmland hot dog roller, stainless steel bun storage
- GE microwave
- Paper towel & toilet paper holders
- Bunn CW series coffee maker
- Cabinet tops & bases
- Donut case
- All merchandise shelving, 2-3 booths
- Stainless steel shelving
- Front counter
- Snow brushes
- Scottsman top filling ice machine
- Condiment holders
- Stainless steel 3 bin sink w/ drying
- Cooler shelving
- True pizza prep table w/ bottom cooler
- Freezer doors
- Stainless steel table on castors
- Lang convection oven
- Stainless steel BKI deep fat fryer
- Cooler doors
- Star Max commercial flat top griddle
- Bug zappers
- Captive Aire hood and ansul system
- Misc paper products
- Curtis cappuccino machine
- (2) Lenox Elite Series furnaces
- Low profile stainless steel table
- Misc remaining inventory
Shop Equipment!
- Coats 5065ax tire machine
- Miscellaneous oil inventory
- Coats 700 direct drive tire balancer
- Outdoor trash cans
- Gas pumps (working condition)
- Window washing stations
- Gas pump canopies
Daugherty Auction & Real Estate Services, Inc.
416 Greene Street
Adel, Iowa 50003
Phone: (515) 993-4159
Fax: (515) 993-2295
Website: www.daughertyauction.com
Facebook: facebook.com/daugherty.auction
Adel Veterinary Clinic Changes Hands
Courtesy of Adel Veterinary Clinic:
On July 1st, Dr. Pat Rohret officially handed the keys to Adel Veterinary Clinic to Dr. Elizabeth Holland.
Dr. Rohret, who has been a veterinarian for 42 years has served the Adel area and four legged friends for many years. His dedication and service will be missed.
Dr. Elizabeth Holland joined the clinic in 2008, seeking the same levels of professionalism and teamwork as Dr. Rohret. Dr. Holland enjoys all aspects of veterinary medicine, specializing in small pet care.
Congratulations to and best wishes to Dr. Holland and Adel Veterinary Clinic.
Adel Veterinary Clinic
619 Greene St.
Adel, Iowa 50003
Phone: (515) 993-4707
Email: adelvet@mchsi.com
Website: www.Adelvet.com
Facebook: AdelVeterinaryClinic?fref=ts
Terry Traveller – Rock Star Groupie
Terry is filling in while the staff is on vacation. Lord help us.- Editor
It’s not often that I get to tell a tale of something truly special.
As you can imagine many writers dream of the rock star life of being a music journalist and once I had the pleasure of living that dream.
I was a youngster at the time with stars in my eyes, naive to the ways of the world.
I was also broke, sitting in my tiny apartment flipping my one remaining coin trying to figure out my next move: heads meant fast food; tails meant door to door sales. I was on flip 47 out of 126 when the coin rolled out of my hands, under the couch, and became the property of those mystical creatures that steal my socks. I threw back my head in disgust and began searching the want ads.
For the little ones out there these were printed in the newspaper which was a media spectacular that came out daily with important information. It rarely contained a “famous man becomes beautiful woman” thread.
Amongst the ads for experienced cowhands, over-the-road truck drivers and corn de-tasslers, I spotted an ad for a local newspaper seeking a local to write a lifestyle column. The seasoned human beings among us understand that by lifestyle column the paper was actually seeking a gossip hound whose reports might consist of phrases like, “Ann Arbuckle’s mahjong group was pleased to entertain Sally Smith’s cousins from Rhode Island with Mrs. Fred Armstrong’s signature lemonade and pecan dandies last Thursday.” I took the job anyways: to a writer, any printed byline was a resume builder.
For the first month I was able to survive thanks to a backlog of submissions left in the wake of the former writer’s fall from grace. (You didn’t hear it from me but the editor found out she was making up her stories- the audacity!)
Unfortunately that well ran dry quickly and I was left to discussing my own lifestyle. Fortunately I was a youngster on the go and could talk about local clubs, nightly beer brawls (witnessed, never joined), and the music of the local honky-tonks. This is where I found something truly special.
I was sitting in my favorite booth, the one in the front with plenty of light and easy access to the exit, when a group of fellas walked in carry suitcases. Strange, I thought, as our town clearly had no bus station. Instead these men began setting up microphones and pulling out cables and wires. From the suitcases emerged guitars and drums, a selection of harmonicas and a poorly cared for tambourine.
At promptly 7 pm the leader took the mic and stated, “uh, hi. We’re just some guys who like to play music; we don’t have a name or anything because we’re not that good. Thanks for coming out tonight anyways.” I clapped only to realize that myself and the disinterested barkeep made the whole of the crowd.
The band played for hours, occasionally forgetting lyrics and replacing well known phrases with their own comical alternatives. They were good, pretty good by all accounts. They drank enough to keep the bar open and after each song paused for my genuine applause saying “thank you, thank you, you’re too kind.”
At one point a group of rough characters entered the bar and requested a country ballad to ease their weary travels. The band complied and crooned a famous Patsy Cline song that made the leather clad misfits cry into their beers. When the band announced that was the only country song they knew, the crowd grew restless, threw a few punches amongst themselves, and left the bar to finish the brawl elsewhere.
The show ended and I met the band. They were local boys with self-taught skills and borrowed equipment. I helped them carry out the luggage, though I dropped one of their cases and was asked instead to hold the door open as they marched in and out. In the end we parted ways with handshakes as they left for a lengthy drive to the gig the following night.
I went home and wrote of the evening for the paper and the article ran two days later with the headline: Nothing Special Happens During Bar Brawl. At first I was dismayed: the band was good and far more notable than the bar brawl. Then I considered their introduction at the bar and a band called Nothing Special seemed truly unique to me. The townsfolk dismissed the article and demanded to know how the mahjong group was getting along. I returned to the old favorite for the next 3 months until Sally Arbuckle insisted I be fired for sharing the recipe to their famous lemonade- it had been a powered mix all along.
– Terry
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Terry Traveller – Indy Time
Terry is filling in while the staff is on vacation. My apologies.- Editor
It was a hot, dry day in a country I found myself in after taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque. (Side note: never buy an ACME map from a guy named Bugs.)
It may have been Scotland, but it was probably in Asia. The elephant I was riding may have been a clue.
My guide spoke with a British twang and his dry, silent wit reminded me of home.
After hours of telling him my tales of adventure, his fingers in his ears chanting out in praise of my heroism, we reached the main intersection- a clearing in the wild filled with animals traveling just like me. Feeling a kinship to these four legged- winged migrants, we entered the clearing to join the pack.
Suddenly the animals scattered, right in the middle of my story about an altogether uneventful 8-hour layover at the Atlanta airport. My guide stood pointing at an approaching man imitating a Heisman trophy statue. Dodging left and right, he seemed desperate in his movements as what I thought were dragonflies, but later saw to be arrows, flew past, thrown by a dozen brightly clad, shouting angry men.
My guide and I froze- the circus of men flew past within a few dozen yards, oblivious to our existence. The football star in the fashionable archeologist hat had broken free of the hoard, yelling for his yak who must have run off, since the runner dived quickly into the nearby river and hijacked a fisherman and his WATERCRAFT- visible just to the left of the clearing. The angry men continued their screaming and throwing until the plane was well into the air. They ran, following its path.
The clearing had returned to its natural chatter. My guide, the nearby gossiping animals, and myself had been the sole observers of this exchange. A loud cry from my elephant startled us from thought; my guide looked back at me, shrugged his shoulders without smiling, and we existed the clearing, returning to the well trampled trail leading away from all the excitement and onward towards Albuquerque.
– Terry
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Terry Traveller – The Zoo
Terry is filling in while the staff is on vacation. – Editor
It was a sunny Saturday in March that I first visited a nearby, world famous zoo.
It is a private pastime of mine that has amounted to a unique collection of postcards and key chains featuring lions, fish and sloths.
Someday my executor will be tasked with determining who is most worthy of these priceless items- the best of luck to him in this daunting search.
I like visiting the zoo for its oddities- the mixture of foreign habitats amongst cornfields or skyscrapers with the crazy hoards of running, screaming children becoming an exhibit of their own. I always start with the butterfly pavilion, mainly because I find it frightening. Each zoo seems home to the largest, ugliest, vampire bat like butterflies that were cast as stand-ins for that Alfred Hitchcock movie about the birds. But at the price of admission I feel obligated to walk the full square footage available.
From there I move to the large cats and other four-legged friends, watching them lie listlessly in the sun. I have seen so many of them in their natural habitat; sans metal bars and organized mealtimes, and can tell you these cats play the part just as well.
It was on this momentous occasion that I experienced something unlike any of my travels. In a large trapezoid-shaped enclosure, lined with glass walls lived a trio of great gorillas. Crowed around each wall were dozens of families of all ages, watching our close cousins interact. Today the gorillas were battling for supremacy.
Two males fought, throwing one another against the glass as the female did her best to stand in the middle and mediate a truce. The adult onlookers commented to their children about the nature of nature and tried to answer the onslaught of questions that flowed from young mouths. Some laughed away the situation while others tried to justify the violence I found deeply upsetting. It happens in the wild too, but the selling of popcorn is frowned upon. I turned from the exhibit intent to find the tranquility of the aquarium. But this required me to walk past the remaining displays of primates.
These animals were boxed into closet-like rectangles to showcase their silly antics of hanging upside down and such. Funny that the bonobos- selected by psychologists to be our closest social equivalent- seemed to be the best performers playing to the crowd. Suddenly I found myself staring into the eyes of a large, old orangutan.
He filled the small space he was offered from wall to wall. Unlike the others he sat quiet and still. He looked me up and down, possibly wondering if my orange coat signified a kindred family line, and then settled his gaze with mine. I stood and stared back into his expressive eyes and imagined I saw a distinguished air with knowledge beyond his genome. I felt honored to see him, yet guilty for his captivity. This was the leader of the pack, a great warrior of the jungle reduced to a sideshow. He let out a hrumph, shrugged his shoulders and turned from my gaze, as though dismissing a lower being. It made my head spin as I walked to the aquarium.
Here I witnessed the greatest oddity of all the zoos I have visited when I stumbled upon the penguins. As a fellow Arctic nomad, I find a great kinship to these adorable fowl. I immediately took note of the least plausible environment for a penguin. There were vents in the ceiling that operated like a third-rate motel ice machine and large grates in the floor that spewed rhythmic blasts of cold air. Atop a man-made iceberg underneath the most functional vent, stood a lone penguin making occasional noises. Arms extended, head cocked to the vent, he seemed to be holding court to a crowd of penguins below that stood in an equally prone position. Every few minutes a chunk of ice would fall, first on the head of the judge, then tumble across the heads of the onlookers. Between falls the penguins stood in wait, as the leader cawed. I looked around and no one else seemed to notice this weird display of captivity.
It was a freakish day at the zoo, and my last. I could not cover the remaining square footage my admission had purchased. Instead, I stopped in the gift shop and sought out a keepsake unlike the others in my collection. Amongst the dozens of identical stuffed animals, rubber reptiles, puzzles and more, I found a collection of framed photographs. Hanging in the corner, obscured slightly by inflatable trees, was a portrait of the great orangutan staring directly into the camera with an exasperated look. It now hangs in my study and inspires me to walk outside, to travel the world, and respect all the freedoms afforded to me.
This is Terry Traveler saying, it may not be true, but it might as well be.
Terry Traveller
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Fuller’s BP of Adel Announcement
Courtesy of Fuller’s BP of Adel:
“After 37 years on “THE” corner in Adel it is with mixed emotions that we announce that “Fuller’s” will be closing as we are selling our property.
While we are not retiring (much too young for that), it is time to cut back a little bit on work hours. We will continue with our bulk fuel delivery business.
We will most certainly miss seeing all of our loyal customers on a regular basis, but Tom will definitely not miss getting up at 4 a.m. 7 days a week.
We would like to thank everyone for all the support throughout the years. We have gone through many changes over the years and have many great memories. We truly appreciate all of our current and former employees and of course our customers!
We couldn’t have done it without you. It has become increasing difficult to stay competitive in the ever changing convenience store business. It was time to either invest in some major improvements or sell; obviously we have chosen the latter. We look forward to continuing our support and involvement in the Adel community.”
Tom and Linda Fuller We would like to extend our best wishes to the Fuller’s and thank them for their years of service. – Editor
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Terry Traveller – Reviews Fuller Massage
Courtesy of Fuller Massage Therapy
I give Terry a hard time about the adventure stories. But when it comes to reviews Terry is always professional and spot on. – Editor
This month I’d like to share with our readers my experience receiving a massage from Fuller Massage in Adel.
I was given a massage gift certificate from my editor who thought an hour of calming music and lying still and silent were in order.
I was skeptical- I had never had a massage before and wasn’t sure what to expect. But being up for any challenge I didn’t have to pay for myself, I said yes.
I scheduled my appointment with Debra Fuller, the owner and Licensed Massage Therapist who asked some initial questions during our phone call. It made me feel like she cared about her work and about me. I was under the assumption that everyone got the same massage – I was wrong.
Debra booked me for an hour and asked me to arrive early so we could talk about my goals for the session. The morning of my appointment I woke up sore. I was having some low back pain, especially when I got out of bed and later stood up from sitting at my computer.
My legs are habitually sore, and I tend to get headaches. I really hoped a massage would do the trick- I had a long week of story scouting to do!
Debra met me with a firm handshake that helped me feel confident she could work out my kinks. I filled out a simple form and told her about my aches and pains. I was surprised to learn that my back pain might be associated with weak abdominal muscles, my legs might be sore due to dehydration, and my headaches quite possibly came from my neck.
Debra outlined a plan for the session, let me ask lots of questions, and showed me to the massage room. The room was warm and welcoming. The table (I was told you never call it a bed) was heated and covered with clean sheets.
There was soft music playing which helped me forget my initial anxiety. Once I was changed and securely under the sheet, Debra entered the room and began the massage. I don’t really know what happened after that because I was whisked away to a strange world. I was conscious of my surroundings at Fuller Massage yet my mind was daydreaming.
It felt as though I was disconnected with my body, yet totally in tune with its responses. I felt my muscles relax, I tasted purple, I’m pretty sure I started to snore, and suddenly the hour was over. The work Debra provided had eased my aches and pains, and the daydreaming had provided me with several ideas for new articles.
I left Fuller Massage feeling born anew, but the real change took place a few days later. At Debra’s recommendation, I began drinking half my body weight in ounces of water. After three days I noticed the dull pain in my legs hadn’t returned.
My headaches were gone. In fact, I began to notice lots of things about my body I had apparently been ignoring. I did some research into weak abdominal muscles and began doing some stretches based on the work Debra provided me.
I am happy to say that I am a massage convert and I am very happy (and very relaxed) to recommend Debra and Fuller Massage in Adel, Iowa.
– Terry Traveller
Fuller Massage Therapy
203-1/2 Nile Kinnick Dr. S.
Adel, Iowa 50003
Phone: (515) 720-2224
Email: FullerMassage@gmail.com
Website: FullerMassageTherapy.com
