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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Lunch and Learn at Mary Wood Weldon Public Library

Okay, we have just scheduled the first EPB "Lunch and Learn" session at the new Mary Wood Weldon Public Library. The talk will be about EPB services, the coming new electric rates, and social networking on the internet (and anything else that the attendees want to hear about). It will be from noon until 1:00 p.m. on October 19. Email Shelia Hogue at to request a reservation for the first of what we hope will become monthly Lunch and Learn sessions about Glasgow EPB services. You will enjoy a great lunch from a locally owned restaurant and you might learn some cool new ways to get the most out of the services you already buy from Glasgow EPB!
Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Great Man -- Jeff Foster

Often, all too often it seems, we find ourselves suspending our discussion of EPB issues to talk about the loss of a member of our community. This is another one of those occasions as we ponder the highly untimely passing of one Jeffrey T. "Bubba" Foster. In this case, the eulogy is authored by someone who has earned the right to say a few words about Jeff, his former neighbor and student, Kimberly Carrico. Her excellent article is reprinted below with her permission.

A Great Man

The world lost a great man today. He was not rich, unless you count
the lives he touched. He was not famous, although almost everyone in Glasgow
knew his name. He was not a powerful man, but he influenced more lives
than most people could ever hope to do.

Mr. Foster (for that is how I will always think of him) came into my
life when I was 7 years old. I was in 3rd grade he was my new Principal. Now,
the man who held that position before him was a mythic person. Like
Sauron in The Lord of the Rings he was a presence often felt, but rarely
seen. I'm not sure that, had I been forced to, I could have picked him
out of a lineup and I'm almost positive that he had no idea who I was.

Mr. Foster, on the other hand, greeted me by name (first, middle, and
last) out in front of the school that first morning and every morning
after. Rain or shine he was there to open the car door and start my
morning with a hearty "Good Morning Kimberly Marie Carrico, my neighbor!"
I had lived down the street from him almost my entire life, but until
that first morning I had never spoken to him and the fact that this very
important adult knew my name (my name!) made me feel important too.

By the time I left his school I had read almost every book in the
school library, I could multiply (sort of anyway) and divide, I knew the basics
of US and World History, and my life long love affair of science had
begun. I had learned a great deal about a lot of things, but the most
important lessons I learned didn't come from a book. He taught me about
respect by showing respect to everyone. He taught me about responsibility
by always taking responsibility for his actions. He even taught me to
work hard by constantly being the hardest working person I knew (and the
best whistler too).

But the most important thing I learned from him in my 3 years under
his care was that, despite my young age, I was important. He was the first
adult that spoke to me like I was his equal. He was the first adult to
treat me like my opinions were just as valid as his. He was the first
adult to make me feel like a person.

Over the years he was always there with a smile and a hand when I
arrived at school. He never failed to buy a box of Girl Scout Cookies when I (or
any other girl) came knocking. Every Saturday morning I knew to look for
him washing his Corvette in his driveway and whistling away. And no
matter when or where I saw him, he always spoke to me and called me by
name. Always.

My favorite Mr. Foster story is from the summer after my Freshman
year in college. A few of my new friends from school had come down for the
weekend and I was taking them over to Mammoth Cave. I knew, due to the
last minute nature of our trip and the fact that it was high summer,
there was no way we were going to get tickets for a cave tour, but I
figured we could at least walk down and look at the entrance to the cave.
But first, we went into the Visitor's Center to grab a couple of maps.
Who did I find behind behind the information desk but Mr. Foster.

He, of course, greeted me by name, asked after my family, and then
proceeded to question me about my first year at school. When he found out
who my friends were, he insisted that they see the cave. After I
explained that we didn't have any tickets and all the tours for the day
were sold out, he leaned over the counter and smiled. That was no problem
he assured me, he was giving a tour in a few hours and if we met him
outside then, he would take care of us.

And take care of us he did. We met him outside at the appointed time
and he folded us into his tour group. We walked with the group down to the
entrance to the cave and stood in line at the gate as the other guide
took up tickets. When our turn came, Mr. Foster simply smiled at the
guide (who was probably not much older than we were), patter his chest
pocket, and said "I have these ladies' tickets right here." The other
guide nodded his head and we walked in.

I have been to the Cave enough times to recite every tour along with
the guide, but I had never been on a tour like that one. He picked on me, of
course, because that's what he did, but I didn't mind. And my friends
left the cave that day as much in love with it as he was. Once again he
had made me feel special.

That was his gift. He made everyone he met feel special. Important.
Loved. He was one of those rare people who seemed to have an infinite
ability to love. And to know him was to be loved by him. Every child who
passed through the door to his school (and their siblings and parents)
became important to him. He learned their names. He learned their likes
and dislikes. He took the time to get to know them. And by doing so, he
made each and every one of them feel special.

Yes, the world lost a great man today. He wasn't rich or famous, but
the wealth he left behind him is priceless. Because he lived, an entire
generation of children learned to see themselves as important. Because he
lived, the world is a better place. And that is worth more than all the
money in world.

Written by: Kimberly Carrico

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

October 1, Rates Go Up, Yet Bills Go Down

On October 1, the base rate you pay for electric power from Glasgow EPB will go up by about 8.3% but your net rate will go down by 2.2%. Is that confusing enough? I’m telling you. There is just no way to make this stuff up!

Here is the underlying reasoning for any of you willing to plow through it. First, TVA’s financial goose is pretty well cooked. Due to the economy, sales of electric power have taken a nose dive. TVA will sell about 8% less electricity this year than they did the year before. In the world of planning for electric power generation, this sort of result is not even considered, but, since it happened anyway, the financial impact on TVA is earth shaking. Additionally, TVA is facing the one billion-dollar cost (estimated) of cleaning the coal ash spill at Kingston and the two and one half billion dollar projected cost of expedited clean up of the coal plants in east Tennessee which have been found to be polluting the air over North Carolina. Any way you slice it, these matters add up to real money.

So, TVA is turning to additional cost cutting measures, borrowing additional money, and to increasing the rates they charge for electricity sold to distributors like Glasgow EPB. On October 1 our wholesale rates from TVA will increase by about 8.5%. However, the rates we pay, and the rates we pass along to you, are made up of several components. Two of the components are the base rates and the FCA (Fuel Cost Adjustment). We just explained the increase to the base rates, but there is also a coming decrease to the FCA. That is how you are going to wind up with a net decrease on October 1.

The FCA is designed to allow wholesale and retail electric rates to vary depending on what TVA has to pay for fuels which often sell for prices that vary greatly from month to month. Over the last several months the FCA amount charged by TVA has actually dramatically over collected for fuel costs compared to the actual recent trends, which, not surprisingly given the pitiful state of the economy, have gone down. So, TVA is drastically reducing the FCA amount in order to refund that over collection to the customers. While the base rate is going up by 8%, the FCA is going down an amount which results in an 11% reduction to our power costs. Adding these two together creates the roughly 2.2% reduction to your power bills, which will take effect on October 1.

We would be less than fully open if we did not advise you to refrain from celebrating this short term rate reduction too much. The thing to remember here is that the base rate is being increased dramatically. Base rate increases very seldom go away. Meanwhile, the FCA is about to change from being adjusted quarterly to being adjusted monthly. So, it is highly likely that the FCA adjustments over the next several months will erase the warm memory of the October 1 net reduction rather quicky. Like so many wonderful things about October: apples, colorful leaves, and Halloween candy, the rate reduction will come and go quickly. Try to enjoy it while it lasts!