freddy wrote:You always have to have the last say of anyone’s reply.
Obviously you have the same problem ... only windier.

Freddie, I will say that I do a lot of talking on this site but normally I'm the one that listens to others.
Nitro is very important to me. I've lived here 41 years. I went to grade school in Fort Knox, Japan, East Bank, back to Fort Knox and back to East Bank. I went to St. Albans Jr. High and Pratt Jr. High. I went to East Bank High School.
I was in 16 different schools till I graduated from East Bank. I was an Army Brat and very proud of it.
I was raised in a divorced situation. Never saw my mother till I was 18 years old. My step mother beat me every chance she got and I survived.
I was born deformed and told just before graduation that I couldn't have a class ring because I'd never make anything of myself. I was told I'd just have kids and that I didn't have enough fingers for another ring. The truth really was that we were poor.
I had to go to work. There was no money because my father left us when I was 13.
I would get slapped if I ever spoke out of turn. I was hit over the head with a skillet when I came in 5 min. late.
Believe me I know what goes on behind closed doors.
I was lucky to have my own dance Band for 10 years. Several people mocked me at the meet the candidate night for just having a band but I did the bookings, I did all the people talking, I was the leader and one of the highest paid singers in the Musicians Union. I love people and knew everyone. That was something that wasn't heard of back then for a woman to master but I made it.
When my children got older I needed to be home with my little devils. They needed attention but we still needed money and I got into Real Estate. For over thirty years I have been selling homes to people that have come from all over the world to West Virginia. I've taken ever class that you could ever imagine that had anything to do with Real Estate just to be able to do the best job possible for my people. My people don't forget me. Many of them have asked for me time after time. They know that I expect the Best and give the Best.
I became interested in the political part of Nitro several years ago so that I could let my people know why they should live in this Valley.
I listen to everything that is said and I do ask questions.
Some of the answers I get remind me of a few slaps I got way back when, but I still stick to it because many people moving here have never heard of a Levy. They have never had to pay a toll booth before coming to West Virginia and want me to answer the question "Why do they have to pay these extra taxes."
When I broke my neck in a car wreck way back in 1972 I asked many times why I had to go thru so much and I tried to search for the answers but just had to live with the fact that life's problems just happens to the best of us. There is no rhyme or reason.
Well the Levy and the toll booths do have answers. Some answers aren't very good but I ask questions after questions till I can at least give a reasonable answer. I look for reasonable answers on this site and sometimes I get one but just like as a child, I have survived the ordeals of Nitro.
Life hasn't always been easy and I remember the bad times way back when we didn't have a telephone, I had to have a 6 cent ice cream cone instead of a 7 cent coke. I was in a one room school with 12 grades in that one room. I remember when our cars had no air conditioning, our homes had no air conditioning and I was the one that had to pin the lace curtains on a wooden frames to dry. My arm got caught in the wringer washer once and I've taken a bath in an old wash tub. I've canned my garden vegetables, I've made my children’s clothes, I can knit faster than a person with 10 fingers and if I'm windier than you then maybe I have a good reason and I do it well......LOL
Doing things the right way makes since to me. It is so much easier and I never have to make excuses when I do it the right way. I am very concerned about the finances of Nitro and how they have been handled. I want to be proud of my town.