Remembering Mr. Ross
We had one of those life events occur here at The Chronicle Times this week that one never wants to see happen: the sudden, unexpected death of one of your co-workers.
We’re a rather small family here in Cherokee, with a staff of only eight - an ad manager, one editor, one circulation person, two people in advertising, a part timer in layout ,and two of us in the news department - so when one of our full timers leaves unexpectedly it’s a bit of a blow, to say the least.
That one person in this case was Ken Ross, the “other half” (better half?) of the news department. I’ve been employed here for 11 years now, and for much of that time, I could count on Ken to be sitting nearby - when he wasn’t out covering multiple area events, that is. He was a mentor to me, and also someone who shared my offbeat sense of humor. He once said he wanted his tombstone to read : “I TOLD you I was sick!” Okay, Ken. We believe you now.
Ken had a decent knowledge of the pop and rock music scene of the 1960s, and as he and I were fairly close in age, we shared many a discussion about the pros and cons of the artists and songs of that era. That is one of the many things that I will miss with his absence.
Life goes on, though, as we’ve all been told countless times.
Before I sign off today, I wanted to attach something to this column in Ken’s memory.
He often “complained” about the number of times we managed to publish the logos of the Iowa Hawkeyes or Iowa State Cyclones on our sports pages, and “grumbled” about the fact that his alma mater, Western Illinois University, and its mascot, the Leathernecks, were not represented in our paper.
So, Ken, your wish has been granted (see attached ).
Here’s to you and your fellow Leathernecks!