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Rick Scott remembers his father, Caldwell County Judge Scott, and
his inspections of the Courthouse
Photos
by John Troesser, 2003 |
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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. |
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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." |
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View
from the third floor. |
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Fanciest
doorknobs between Austin and San Antonio |
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Looking
down from the balcony into the main courtroom. |
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The
County Clerk's Office |
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