Opinion

June 11, 2013 — “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”

That’s what the late Apple Computer founder Steve Jobs said during his famous commencement address at Stanford University in 2005. His advice was offered to people crossing one of life’s major thresholds, but his words could apply to any of us … all the time.

Last week schools of many levels all across Lassen County celebrated the achievements of their students with graduation ceremonies. Readers can find a number of photographs of the celebrations in the pages of this week’s issue of the Lassen County Times.

June 4, 2013 — The end of the long and winding road in the effort to recall Lassen County District 5 Supervisor Jack Hanson is finally in sight. We don’t know who will run against the tveteran supervisor in a special election held this fall — perhaps as early as Sept. 10 — and we don’t know which candidate will collect the most votes from the district’s voters, but we do know an election will be held and this matter will finally be resolved once and for all.

When the recall effort was first announced, Hanson characterized it as an effort to intimidate him and influence his votes on the board.

In fact, to some the recall effort is but one leg of an unsuccessful effort by a group of dissatisfied county residents to take over the Lassen County Board of Supervisors. For example, Tom Stone, the former county administrative officer, cites his wife’s political activism and her involvement with the Tea Party as one of the reasons for his firing in his $1 million wrongful termination lawsuit against the county.

June 4, 2013 — Shortly after school started Friday, May 24, the students at Fletcher Walker Elementary went through an earthquake drill. I happened to be at the school for a previously scheduled interview, so I watched as everyone ducked under desks.

Ducking under something sturdy would have been a good move the night before when the 5.7 magnitude earthquake struck at 8:47 p.m. I was standing in the kitchen and my husband, Terry, was in the carport. My first thought was that Terry did something outside that jarred the house, but as the floor, countertops and ceiling began to sway and the rumbling increased in volume, I knew we were in the midst of an earthquake. Truthfully, it did not dawn on me to take cover although I could have dropped to the floor and crawled under the table. My husband said he walked out from under the carport into the yard. Smarter reaction, but he has lived in many places where earthquakes are more prevalent such as the Bay Area and near Eureka.

June 4, 2013 — I spent most of my youth surrounded by really intelligent people. It was mighty tough to have a coherent conversation at the family dinner table if the powers that be wanted to take you on, let me tell you.

My stepfather was a chiropractor who served on the state’s medical quality assurance board even though he wasn’t a medical doctor. He graduated second in his class, falling by a few points to — get this — his college roommate.

And my mother, a child of the depression who dropped out of school after the seventh grade to go to work as a waitress to help support the family, was actually just a wee bit brighter. Both were members of Mensa, a group that includes only the smartest 2 percent of people on the planet, and much to my stepfather’s consternation my mom scored a couple of points higher than he did on the group’s qualifying IQ test.