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Rick Scott remembers his father, Caldwell County Judge Scott, and his inspections
of the Courthouse
Photos
by John Troesser, 2003 |
| | A
corner of the ground floor |
| "I
winced every step he took on those aging platforms and walkways
of the courthouse. I was always thinking to myself how we would go about extricating
him when the boards would break. But he just carried on like a monkey in a tree.
He was in love with that courthouse and he knew every inch of it because he had
explored it himself. |
| | Caldwell
County courthouse clocktower |
Getting
to the big clock on top was a bit of a challenge at first. Workers had taken away
the walkway supposedly so that no pranksters could get to it and damage the clock.
Dad just had me go down a level and retrieve a five foot section of 2x 6 and he
shimmied up it.
He would not listen to letting his much younger and
healthier son go first. HE had to do the inspection. That's the way it always
was with him. I had been following him around and helping him work for 35-odd
years by then. I started by holding a flashlight for him when he worked on something
and he was always working.
The man had tremendous energy. I never saw
anyone work like that before or since. At the farm, at work at Goodyear, or in
politics, his energy was endless. He chaired CAPCO, sat on boards, and he and
Bonnie were always taking people in who needed help. I loved that man." |
| | View
from the third floor. |
| | Fanciest
doorknobs between Austin and San Antonio |
| | Looking
down from the balcony into the main courtroom. |
| | The
County Clerk's Office | |
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