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Today's News

  • Resident wants to pass on a legacy of ‘paying it forward’

    When Georgeann Reffner and her husband, Rich, moved to Gadsden County a few years ago, she was sure of two things: she knew she would love small town living, and she wanted to give back.

    She soon began working at the Gadsden Community Hospital, where she put her many years of nursing experience to work. She was troubled by the great need she saw for medical supplies, both in the hospital and in the community.

    Reffner was working at the hospital when it closed in 2005, and she began once again to ask herself what she could do to give back to the community.

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  • They can tear down the building, but not our memories

    They tore our high school down. Now, that will frost your wheat cakes. Most of us were out of town when it happened. I have no idea who makes those kinds of decisions. I’m sure it had something to do with growth, progress and asbestos-free ceiling tile. I don’t believe anyone in our class got a vote in the deal.

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  • Passing on the wisdom to the next batter

    Aw, shucks! The ball bounced weakly on two hops right back to the pitcher. My heart sank. With men on second and third I had dug in just seconds before thinking I was going to be the hero. It was not to be the case this at-bat. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as the ball sank into the pitcher’s mitt, none of them good. Failure is not a pleasant companion. I was already two steps toward first base, going through the motions of hustling out the play.

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  • Wonderful smells...wonderful memories

    Me and Buddy Wiggleton and Bob Edwards used to push and shove our way through the baseball glove section of Robert Hall’s Western Auto. The new leather had such a wonderful smell. And you mix in the distinctive aroma of the Neat’s foot oil and the rubber hoses from the auto displays on the next aisle and that combined scent was the Western Auto store. We didn’t linger to enjoy it. As a matter of fact, we were in such a hurry to get the good 99 cent Wilson baseball that we barely noticed.  

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  • Clunker takes on a whole new meaning these days

    The government once again has moved too slowly to help me. Where was this clunker program idea in 1954? Was Congress so engrossed in the Joseph McCarthy saga that they forgot about the rest of us? Was Eisenhower more interested in practicing his golf or monitoring the Marshall Plan than to my lonely plight in West Tennessee? Was the entire world’s attention averted by the Monroe-DiMaggio wedding?

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  • We dropped out...then dropped back in

    It was late August when me, Ricky and Hollis Mayo decided to quit school. We figured we had gone about as far as we could go. “We can read and cipher. How much more do you need?” is the way Rick put it. We made a pact not to show up for the new school year. We decided to go to California and make movies with Roy and Gene. It looked like a lot of fun and Hollis maintained, “The way the teachers dote on Pam, Susie, Ruth Ann and the rest of the girls, they won’t nobody miss us ‘til Christmas!”

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  • Talk about your backyard...or sideyard...quarterbacks

    My football career started in the front yard. We lived out at the end of Stonewall Street. Our nearest neighbors in those early years were Mr. and Mrs. Brooks. I figured them to be in their mid 80s, a little old for a quarterback or tight end. Besides, they worked all the time. That left me and Leon and David Mark. It didn’t take us long to choose up sides.

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  • Get out the measuring tape...let's see if I stack up

    I'm wondering about life. I wonder if someone's measuring mine with a tape measure like the one Mary Poppins used. Her measurement read, "Practically perfect in every way." I wonder what mine would say.

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  • Vendors should have limits

    The city of Quincy can't begin enforcing its street vendors ordinance quickly enough. People selling food on street corners is getting worse. And I'm not buying into the excuse that people have to make money the best way they can.

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  • Dog Days can't be blamed for everything

    Meth lab “accidentally” blows up house in Panama City. Crook robs store, then comes back to ask clerk for a date. Dog sells for $582,000 in China. Man marries ex-wife and then “remembers” during the second reception why he ditched her originally. Tiger Woods hits a ball into the water.

    You talk about strange headlines in the past week! It’s got people talking about the apocalypse. I’m trying to be an “anchor of reason” amid this chaotic exposition.

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