Purely by coincidence, I sat near one of the Breakfasts King’s early morning meetings a couple of weeks ago and I gotta tell ya, it is entirely possible Henry Patterson is telling the truth. He is available to any voter who wants to have a 5:30 in the morning breakfast in Cleveland.
It is noteworthy that in 45 minutes I sat near the sheriff and his posse of biscuit eaters, not one time did I see anyone who would qualify as a voter who just dropped by to visit with the sheriff. But if there had been one, it is entirely possible that voter could have interrupted the good ole boys in between their passing the biscuits and talking shop.
Also noteworthy, no talk of the strain the rising cost of running the jail and how to reduce the problems happening there almost every week. I would not call these meeting problem solving meetings or town halls. I would call them more like a clique of good old boys who meet to make sure everything, especially politics, is going their way.
I must say I was troubled to hear some of the negative things I heard said about some in our community. But it is noteworthy to say none of the negative talk came from the sheriff. I don’t know the players in this game well enough to tell you who said what, but the sheriff was more of a spectator than anything. The sheriff seemed to care less.
What did I get out of sitting next to their breakfast? Two biscuits, two strips of bacon, and two eggs over easy. What is my advice to anyone thinking of attending? Unless you are from Cleveland, you probably have pretty good morning vittles closer to you than the Hot Biscuit. Who do I think you ought to vote for? Next time I am voting for pancakes and sausage. The biscuit crowd has sold me on one thing and that is that they have no clue.