Since the one-cent sales tax to build a new courthouse failed a few weeks ago, we put our heads together in the newsroom and came up with a few creative ways to fund the replacement of the dilapidated building.
The tried-and-true fundraisers immediately came to mind, including a bake sale and a carwash.
Who doesn’t love baked goods? And with the holidays right around the corner, people are in the market for some homemade pumpkin pie and sugar cookies.
After the record low temps over the last two days, we took the carwash off the table. We support a new courthouse, but there’s not enough hot cocoa in world that would get us outside in that cold.
The weather is about right for a chili cook-off, though. Make a batch of your best chili and attendees will have to pay to try it. The money raised will go to the courthouse.
It didn’t take long for our creative brainstorming to really take off.
We can host an event with a silent auction – items would include the air conditioning wall units and the space heaters currently in use at the courthouse. The staff would have to go without for a little while, but there’s money to be made here and we need to take advantage of every opportunity we have.
We could also host a holiday fair with an indoor dunking booth – take your best shot and know your money is going to a good cause.
We’ve seen firsthand what a community on a mission can do. Look at the restrooms over at Navarre Park. That was a 100-percent (except materials) volunteer effort, and those restrooms were up and running in almost no time.
As the saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. In Navarre, if you want something done at all, you have to do it yourself.
So once the money from our fundraisers starts rolling in, we’re going to ask James Dabney, the force behind the restrooms, to lead the courthouse effort. Forget about downtown Milton or Pea Ridge. If we’re paying for this thing, it’s going in Navarre.
The more we think about it, the more we realize how much easier it would have been to institute the tax, especially since tourists would be pitching in. At least then the burden wouldn’t fall on our – or James Dabney’s – shoulders.