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Today's News

  • There's always the 'armpit of doom'

    How quickly children learn.

    I recently received an e-mail from my brother telling me something my niece had done, a la “Gigi” – Gigi is what she calls me.

  • Maturity is where it's at

    I know by the calendar and the number of birthdays I have celebrated that I'm becoming a mature woman. It's no surprise and I'm not complaining. I love where I am right now.

    I can travel and enjoy the scenery, the sights and the food to my heart’s content. By the end of the day, I'm not so tired that all I can do is collapse and fall in bed. I know what I like and don't like because I've already tried it.

  • Making a statement with a puff of smoke

    I don’t smoke because of baseball.

    I sure wanted to smoke. I thought those guys in the movies were cool the way they thumped that cigarette away as they made a definite statement about life, love or horses, or all three! If an actor was really peeved, he’d grind that butt into the ground as he exited, stage right. And who could forget Jeff Chandler’s command as he gave his men a brief respite in their trek across the Philippines in “Merrill’s Marauders”: “OK, men, take five. Smoke 'em if you got 'em!”

  • Get to know the place you call home

    You can live in a place all your life and never really know all there is to know about it. I found that out when I lived in Oregon. I told a friend of mine that I’d traveled all over the Northwest, visiting everything from coast to wetland to mountains, but I’d not done nearly as much traveling in my home state of Georgia.

    I was thinking of this recently, and decided to track down some little known facts about my current home state of Florida. Enjoy!

    • No part of Florida should take more than an hour and a half drive to reach the ocean.

  • Stirring the pot won't solve anything

    In 1996, Quincy was named an All-American City by the Allstate Foundation. The competition singles out cities that have been successful in identifying at least three problems facing the communities, which residents are working together to solve.

    It seems as if no one wants to work together anymore to solve anything. The attitude seems to be that if things don't go my way I will do everything and anything in my power to be as destructive as possible. That is a shame.

  • When it comes to hair, a little dab'll do ya

    The beautiful young lady that cuts my hair doesn’t listen to me. If I tell her not to take too much off the top, she clips and snips until it suits her. If I say leave my sideburns, I’m not into the quasi-modern shave ’em up past the top of your ears thing, she trims to her heart’s delight. When I remind her to thin out that thick, curly part that runs down the back of my neck, she just barely glazes it.

    It’s deja vu all over again.

  • I cry the tears of the bitterly disappointed

    I am bitterly disappointed.

    We asked our readers, and the community, to send us photos of their moms, as well as nominations for our Mother of the Year contest.

    We got four responses.

    Well...five, if you count the person who sent one in late that was about 250 words instead of the 25 words or less we asked for.

    But even so, we placed those names in a basket, written on little pieces of folded up paper, and we had our bookkeeper draw a winner. And I attempted to contact the winner right away...last Friday afternoon, in fact.

  • Parents should parent, not instill fear

    On Saturday afternoon a little boy at Quincyfest was doing what little kids do, running, flipping and generally using up a lot of energy. I watched him for a few minutes. His mom tried to get him to sit still but all of that fresh air and the grass, seemingly begging to be wallowed in, was too much for the kid.

  • She's still strong in spirit

    Mother celebrated her 89th birthday a fortnight before Mother’s Day. Her little hands look a tad on the frail side now. Her eyes don’t see like they use to. Her legs are not as strong. Her ears don’t catch everything. Her hair is pure silver.

    “My mind, son,” she can still grin, and does, about it “and the rest of me is not what it used to be!”

    But, oh, let me tell you, there was a time…

  • LEOs...why so heavy on the pedal?

    I have a question that perhaps someone can answer. It’s something that has bugged me ever since I hit the road in my teens for the first time as a licensed driver.

    Why is it that law enforcement officers can drive way over the speed limit, operating their vehicles at speeds that they’d pull me over and ticket me for?