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Show A2 • WEDNESDAY, MARCH 26, 2008 -N I- W ommunity ews the paper that almost wasn't S- Spanish Fork 280 North Main St. Spanish Fork, UT 84660 Line Henderson Publisher Namon Bills lidicor Dann Robinson . . Avsoc. Kditor *Ihe Spanish Fork News is published e.ich Wednesday tor $37.50 per year in area and S'i 1.50 out of .ire.i by J-M.irt, 2H0 North Main St., .Spanish [:ork Utah S4660. Email stories to editor^sp forknews.com Email ads to ads£/>splorkncws.com Gill us at 794-4964 POSTMASTER Send address changes to Spanish Fork News 280 North Main St. Spanish Fork, L'tah tf-1660 The entire content of this newspaper is Copyright^) 200S Sp-mish Fork News. All rights reserved. No parr of this publication may be reproduced in anv rorm without the written permission ol the editor or publisher. Application to mail .it periodicals postage rates is pending at Spanish Fork. Utah. DEADLINES Weddings, anniversaries, missionaries, Isi birthdays, articles, photos, letters to the editor Friday, 12 p.m. Display advertising and classified advertising Thursday, 12 p.m. Covering what matters most Newsprint Musings Namon Bills Prologue An ongoing eihicul-linguistic debate questions whether pride is a good thing, a bad thing, or maybe some of both. In Italian there are two words for pride — orgoglio and ficrezza. While the two are largely interchangeable, for the purposes of this editorial. I will define orgoglio as a negative kind of pride or vanity, and ficrezza as a positive kind of pride, such as taking pleasure in another's accomplishments. Technical Difficulties I bring this up because pride has been a topic of conversation at the News lately. We were proud to win a number of awards at the Utah Press Association convention. Was this orgoglio or iierezza? I don't know. But what I do know is that we were riding high after our return from the convention. They do say pride goes before a fall. How about before a crash? Because when I went to start production work on last week's paper, my hard drive had crashed. This was a technical nightmare, because we used that drive as our data server, and we hadn't backed anything up since December. Lane suggested that the crash could have been due to orgoglio. I accept that as a possibility, but I didn't think I was quite ///ci/orgoglioso. (My personal theory is that St. Jude was angry with me because I haven't yet put up his poster in our new office and I should have shown more respect to our patron saint.) Whatever the cause, our computer was dead, and with it went almost everything we needed to put last week's paper together. I immediately went to work trying everything I knew to revive my machine. Since my computer expertise is limited, that didn't take long. I called a number of people and got suggestions. After trying everything on the list — which took a lot longer — 1 was still stuck with the same result. Hope and Despair I finally broke down (bad word choice, I know) and took it into the shop, signing my life away to get a rush on the repair and data recovery. The initial prognosis was optimistic — everything should be up and running, with complete data recovery by the next afternoon. Sure this would set us back on production, but everything was going to be just fine. That's when hope flitted, unseen, out the window, not to return for some time. There were complications in surgery. The patient rejected the transplant and went into a complete system failure (which, on the bright side, wasn't too much worse than what we had before). On top of that, the information on our hard drive was encrypted, and therefore unretrievable except by a process known only to Steve Jobs and the inner brotherhood of the Apple consortium (also known as the Mac Daddies). By late Friday afternoon, the situation had devolved from bad to worst, and morale in the newsroom (which at the time contained only myself) was at an all-time low. I briefly considered the suggestion from despair.com that perhaps the best solution to morale problems is to fire all the unhappy people. Firing oneself may seem extreme, but at least that way I wouldn't have to deal with the problem, which at the time seemed near-insurmountable. Pride Once some of my colleagues returned, I felt a little better about the situation. We had some editions of the paper backed up, so it wasn't a total loss. But still, we would have to reconstruct much of our new edition from scratch, including recreating all of the ads. To their credit, when I informed them of the situation, nobody on my staff ran out the door screaming. They all rolled up their proverbial sleeves — Dana even rolled up his actual sleeves for effect — and went to work. It took long hours Friday and all day Saturday, but we got the job done and met our printing deadline on Monday. Which brings us back to our discussion of pride. Whatever fault of orgoglio is in me, I think I can honestly say I am fiero of my wonderful staff who brought us through this crisis. Had it not been for this editorial, I don't think most people would have known there had ever been a problem. Among all those who helped, I need to specifically mention Christy Hardman, Dana Robinson, Trieste Bills, Kelsey Hall and Mallory Byrnes. Awards are wonderful, but they're also based on a judge's bias, and they come and go. It's people like these who really make The Spanish Fork News an excellent paper. They proved their excellence by coming through in a crisis. They didn't just limp through and barely manage to put out a paper. They came through with flying colors and put out a topquality product. And to them I can always say, "Sono fiero di voi — I'm proud of you!" Epilogue The good news is that, eventually, the technicians were able to retrieve almost all of our data (which we are now dutifully backing up), and should have the computer up and running soon, even though it took much longer than originally anticipated. So it would seem as though I have learned my lesson and have been sufficiently humbled from my state of orgoglio. Either that, or St. Jude has once again smiled on The Spanish Fork News. (After all, I did put his poster back up.) Dealing with sickness There and Back Again Shirlene R. Ottesen SOON ... THE SWEET 16 NOW... 16 AWARDS FOR THE SPANISH FORK NEWS There has been a lot of sickness in the area this year, hasn't there? Probably many of you reading this have been sick or had someone in your family who has been down with the flu, the 24-hour stomach flu, sinus headaches, etc. And going along with all that are the headaches, stomach cramps, diarrhea, fever, sore throat, nausea, etc. Not much fun is it? In many of the recently built homes, all the bedrooms are on the second floor. Not all, but many of them. But when you have a sick child, it's no fun for them to be in his/her bedroom away from Mom and it isn't very convenient for Mom to have to keep going up and down the stairs to attend to the needs of the sick one. One of my favorite childhood memories is when I was sick, with either a cold, the chicken pox, measles, etc. My mother wanted me to be where she could attend to me and I felt the comfort of having her close by. Our home was very small. If I was in my bedroom it wasn't inconvenient at all for her to make a few steps around the comer from the kitchen to reach my bedroom. But, still I wanted to be in the same room as she was. So she had a solution. We had two kitchen chairs that were called Captains chairs, you know the kind with two extended arms on each side. She would put two of them together, seat to seat, and have one side against a wall so that there was only one side that I could fall out of. Now this was when I was only about 4 or 5 years old. She would fold a warm, flufly blanket to fit the space, give me a soft pillow, cover me with a favorite blanket and I was settled, warm and comforted. Then I watched her as she went about preparing meals, ironing, sewing or whatever shed needed to do that day. Soon, a peaceful sleep would come. To this day, when a cold wind is blowing and the snow is falling, and a day when I don't feel the best, I think of those rimes See SHIRLENE* A3 NEXT... OUR SLAM DUNK DEAL 16% DISCOUNT FOR FIRST-TIME SUBSCRIBERS Starts tomorrow. Ends April 30th N E W S Lorraine Hawkins, Barbara Forsey, Janet Andrews Cheris Losee, Barbara Sheen OUR TEAM HAS 120 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE SERVING OUR COMMUNITY AND CLIENTS. Spanish Fork Office • 190 N. Main St. • 798-8683 798-6816 Ask for Dalene 42 EAST 300 NORTH |