 We’re not there yet.
I had a blog all ready to go in my head. You know, a Just Wright Citrus blog. Politics, that sort of thing. But as Friday fell into Saturday and Saturday morphed into Sunday, I found myself once again unable to handle the simplest of tasks.  We end this week with a kind word.
I have been the recipient of much kindness these last two weeks. — A friend wrote a song, set to AI, entitled “He set my feet on a rock” after Psalm 40:2, the Scripture that Deb and I shared most. I cried the first time I listened, and the second time as well. I cried again after listening to it Thursday. This song is our love story, and I cherish it.  We can’t find Deb’s rings.
More precisely, we can’t find two specific rings. Yeah, those rings. Naturally, they weren’t with her other jewelry. It’s likely been months since Deb wore them regularly, and they’re probably sitting somewhere together.  Someone at World Headquarters III needs a vacation.
And you’re looking at her. We’ll return to that in a moment. The community has made clear three pertinent points the last 10 days:  Happy Monday, friends. Nice to see you again.
First off, thank you. My gosh, thank you. The prayers, well wishes, texts, emails, cards, phone calls, and hugs (especially the hugs) from across this community hit home during the most difficult week of my life. I seriously now understand how someone dies of a broken heart. I get it. Deborah Kamlot-Wright’s impact on Citrus County was felt near and far. I heard from politicians and janitors. It took me days to make it through the social media comments.  It was a Friday, late in the day, when I walked into your office and brazenly asked you on a date.
“Sure!” you said, then wrote out your phone number on a sticky note, with your name in case I’d forget: Deb. And so, our story began.  How it all started, condensed version:
It was the 11th grade at Stevenson High School and I still hadn’t found my footing. Quite shy, difficult to make friends, afraid of everything. Two things happened that year to place me on the trajectory of success: I joined debate and took a speech class. Before long, this quiet, introverted kid was in front of people, at first in a classroom, and later on an auditorium stage.  And then there was Tuesday.
If you expect a blog gloating about the sales tax vote or gearing for that conversation, think again. Or, if readers expect a congratulations to Commissioner Jeff Kinnard for getting Pirates Cove across the finish line, not today.  OK. Let’s try this again.
A vote, commissioners. We need a vote for the 2026 sales tax referendum. This is the commissioner’s job. Not to attend meetings, answer emails, or make speeches. His or her job is to participate in the policy-making process and that occurs with each vote.  Welcome to Monday! Let’s chat about Whispering Pines Park.
At nearly 300 acres, it’s roughly the same size as both of Citrus County’s district parks combined. It has walking trails, ball fields, splash pad, pool, tennis courts, covered picnic areas, playground, and a whole lot more. It’s way spread out. |
AuthorMike Wright has written about Citrus County government and politics for 37 years. 
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