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criMinaL docket Pike Circuit Court Stanley Estimphile charged with do- mestic battery. traFFic and MisdeMeanor Pike Circuit Court Eric Pollock charged with count I operating a vehile with a BAC of .15 or more and count II operating a ve- hicle while intoxicated, endangering a person. Donyell J. Lemond charged with in- vasion of privacy. civiL docket Pike Circuit Court Citibank, N.A. sues Donald Bur- khart, AK A Donald L. Burkhart on complaint. Midland Funding, LLC sues Keith Perkins on complaint. Tidewater Finance Company sues Ethan Uppencamp on complaint. PNC Bank sues Michael and Camil- la Collier on complaint. Frieda J. Lewis sues Bobby J. Lewis for dissolution of marriage. Jeffrey D. Montgomery sues Megan N. Montgomery for dissolution of mar- riage. sMaLL cLaiMs Pike Circuit Court Dale Nalley sues Betty Riddle, Rod- ney and Susan Cross on complaint. Shania L. Brewster and Leland Shoulder sues Kelly Freeland on com- plaint. inFractions Pike Circuit Court James Allred charged with speed- ing, 84 mph in a 70 zone. John Bowen charged with speeding, 69 mph in a 55 zone. Gregory Brinkman charged with speeding, 69 mph in a 55 zone. Michael Chapin charged with speed- ing, 76 mph in a 55 zone. Barbara Clore charged with seatbelt violation. Jack Clore charged with seatbelt vi- olation. Paul Hattie charged with speeding, 96 mph in a 70 zone. Angela Helfert charged with speed- ing, 65 mph in a 55 zone. Tanner Vincent charged with speed- ing, 79 mph in a 70 zone. Jay Weiner charged with speeding, 75 mph in a 55 zone. Jarod Willis charged with seatbelt violation. Tatiana Drain charged with speed- ing, 88 mph in a 70 zone. Klayton Terwiske charge with speeding, 58 mph in a 25 zone. Ryan Barchman charged with speeding, 84 mph in a 65 zone. Dylan Brooks charged with speed- ing, 104 mph in a 70 zone. Anthony Cox charged with expired plates. Scott Hartmann charged with speeding, 84 mph in a 70 zone. Nicholas Kuebler charged with seat- belt violation. James Shepp charged with speed- ing, 84 mph in a 70 zone. wake with steak At participating McDonald's. ©2014 McDonald's. get steak on any breakfast sandwich 47631_EVANS_AnySize_5Petersburg.indd 1 8/27/14 2:57 PM soMething newsworthy? GIvE US A CAll—812-753-3553 Or EmAIl nEWS@PrESSDISPATCH.nET REAL FAith The Press-Dispatch Find your higher calling in the area's deep-rooted church community in the Church section. Katiedid vs... by Katiedid Langrock All aboard the doughnut train O cursed coveted confectionary, why do you taunt me so? While traipsing around the East Coast last week, I was reunited with all the sweet treats of my childhood – candy bars, cakes, chips and drinks that exist solely along the regional line from New York City to Washing- ton, D.C. Tastykakes and Old Bay po- tato chips called my name, but none yelled more loudly than the local doughnut shops. Perhaps it was the season – with Labor Day weekend bringing sum- mer to a close, an ointing the era of autumn with apple fritters, apple cider doughnuts and maple glaze, sending those sweet, sugary smells into the atmosphere and challenging me to taste the difference between the pumpkin-flavored doughnuts and the pumpkin pie-flavored doughnuts. Naturally, my instinct was to buy all fall flavors. How else would we know which cake reigns supreme? This is important information that must be documented. Somebody has to do it. Or perhaps it was the reason for my trip, the wedding of my beloved cousin, that made me so nostalgic for childhood snacks. Giving hugs to long-lost relatives whom I had most recently seen riding on the handle- bars of my bike. Clinking glasses with cousins and dancing with their children whom I had just met. It was fun and beautiful and sad and com- plicated. And let's be honest; noth- ing satiates a weekend of family quite like stuffing your face with a fistful of doughnut holes. My visit back east was a whirl- wind, three cities in one week, a lo- cal doughnut shack greeting me at every train stop along the way. Nev- er having the time to stop what I was doing and purchase one, I obsessed over the options, circling the circu- lar snacks in my mind. As each day passed, the longing grew stronger. What to choose? What to choose? This obsession had a familiar taste. In elementary school, we briefly studied Co- lonial times and were treated at the end of the study cycle with dough- nuts that we made in the classroom. I rolled dough and mixed different sugar, salt and cinnamon combinations in brown paper bags. Delicious aromas filled the air. My stomach gnawed, and it took all my young willpower to stop from reaching into the pots of bubbling oil and pulling out a hot, floating ball of deliciousness all for myself. But I was victorious over the gut growling. I fought the urge and waited patiently as the names of my classmates were called to pick up their delicious homemade delecta- ble doughnuts. I waited. And waited. And waited. As the names of all my classmates were called. Every name. Except mine. My teacher didn't like me very much. Now, 20 years later, being banned from binging at bakeries fed off the pain of the past and made my dough- nutless existence nearly unbearable. I was screaming on the inside. You cannot keep me away! I can have strawberry icing and rainbow sprin- kles anytime I want! I am an adult! Heading toward the last leg of my trip, I finally had the chance to indulge. I walked into the dough- nut shop, sized up my options. The classics. The seasonal. The specialties. Weigh- ing which was worth the weight gain. Ultimately, I landed on my old child- hood staple: blueberry. It was the favorite from my preteen days, when I had grown past the sprinkles but had not yet morphed into the minimalist glazed doughnut of my teen years. It was a nostalgic choice, from back when I got a doughnut after soccer practice, not before an exam with a cup of cof- fee. Back when life was simple. No bag necessary, I insisted, near- ly manhandling the treat out of the cashier's hands. Stepping outside, I took a moment to breathe deeply and appreciate this sacred moment I'd waited so long for. Then . . . the bite. Gross! When do we get too old for the things we love? For years, I blamed new reci- pes or ingredients, but the truth is that my taste buds have changed. I simply cannot handle the sweets of my youth anymore. The blueberry doughnut had gone the direction of Cadbury eggs, Fun Dip and Double Bubble. Is growing up past the taste for Pixy Stix a metaphor for life? Noth- ing gold can stay? I walked back into the shop, threw my doughnut into the garbage bin and ordered a coffee. Like Katiedid on Facebook at face- book.com/Katiedidhumor. Court report H Cheap politicians H Sickened by welfarare Continued from page 6 Continued from page 4 When President John F. Kennedy took the United States to the brink of nu- clear war in 1962 – justifi- ably, I believe – he did so with more public support than any president could muster today, even though Kennedy had been elected with the thinnest of mar- gins. His immediate succes- sors – Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon – were both big-time liars who lost the implicit trust that previous presidents had enjoyed, and that none has enjoyed since, even when these lat- er presidents were truthful. Like many other things, public confidence is much easier to maintain than it is to repair. The main benefi- ciaries are the public them- selves, when they have gov- ernments that keep faith with them and can better serve them while relying on their support. Most of the things that have landed government officials behind bars have involved money. Without making excuses for those individuals, who were all old enough to know better, the rest of us need to face up to the fact that we are being incredibly pen- ny wise and pound foolish with the salaries we pay for those who control millions of dollars at the municipal level, billions of dollars at the state level and trillions of dollars at the federal lev- el. A successful economist, engineer or surgeon who leaves the private sector to become a member of Con- gress would take a serious pay cut. A Corporate CEO would have to take an even bigger pay cut to become President of the United States. If the current mess in Washington doesn't con- vince us that we need bet- ter people in public office, it is hard to know what could. What do we do when we want a more upscale prod- uct – a better house or car for example? We pay more to get it! If we want better peo- ple in government, we are going to have to start pay- ing them enough that peo- ple would not be sacrific- ing their families' well-be- ing by going to Washington or a state capitol, or serving as a judge. It is not a question of whether the people current- ly serving in Congress, the courts or as chief execu- tives at the municipal, state or national level deserve a raise. Most of them don't. It is a question of whether we need far better replace- ments for them. That means drawing from a wider pool, includ- ing people with real knowl- edge and expertise in the private sector, who current- ly make a lot more money than we are paying govern- ment officials. Cheap poli- ticians turn out to be very expensive politicians, in the way they waste money, even if they are not stealing it. We could pay every mem- ber of Congress a million dollars a year – for a whole century – for less than it costs to run the Depart- ment of Agriculture for one year. The least we can do is make it harder to bribe them. Trying to bribe a mil- lionaire would at least be harder than bribing some government official with a modest salary and a couple of kids going to expensive colleges. The biggest obstacle to doing so is envy, especially under its more lofty name, "social justice." Thomas Sowell is a senior fellow at the Hoover Institu- tion, Stanford University. and government to gain ground." That is what we see taking place through the government's embrace of moral hazard. It's clear that the politics of government largesse and good policy (holding individuals and institu- tions responsible for their actions) don't always coin- cide. The question is, how far down the dependency road will we go before we discover that we can't turn back? Ed Feulner is founder of the Heritage Foundation (heritage.org). Good Samaritan Hospital is pleased to announce the addition of Heather Nichols, M.D. to its medical staff. Dr. Nichols specializes in Pediatrics. D Dr. Nichols, a native of Sullivan County, earned her medical degree from Indiana University School of Medicine in Indianapolis, Indiana. She completed her residency at Palmetto Health Richland Hospital/University of South Carolina in in Columbia, South Carolina. In her free time, Dr. Nichols enjoys reading, traveling, music, theater, caring for her dog, Ruby, spoiling her three nieces and spending time with her friends and family. Heat her Nichols, M.D. The Press-Dispatch Wednesday, September 17, 2014 C-7