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Columns

  • 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?

  • I'm not superstitious...cross my heart

    None of us would step on a crack. We believed we’d fall plumb to the center of the earth! Or one of those Loch Ness monster things would reach up and get us. Nobody was gonna take that kind of chance! We’d catch up to where the sidewalk started in front of the elementary school and run, skip and jump the half mile on into town…careful as we pushed and fought our way to the Parke Theatre that we didn’t let one little toe stray over a crack. We weren’t superstitious mind you, we were afraid!

  • New beginnings can be both scary and exciting for graduates

    This is a happy time of the year for high school seniors. Their journey in life has just passed another milestone and for most of them the future seems bright. Some will go to the military, some will go to college and others will opt for the world of work. Whatever their choice, the decisions they make now will, for the most, shape their lives.

  • If you visit the South, don't miss these things...even if you're Southern

    A friend of mine – not from the South – recently asked me, “If I were a Southerner, what are the things you would recommend I do? Those ‘musts’ that every Southerner should not miss out on...”

    I thought about it, and decided to google. Lo, and behold, Southern Living magazine beat me to it. So, with their permission, here’s some of the 40 things they list...space doesn’t permit us to list them all. But I picked the best of the best...at least, in my opinion. Enjoy...

  • Our graduates will prosper, no doubt about it

    This is a happy time of the year for high school seniors. Their journey in life has just passed another milestone and for most of them the future seems bright. Some will go to the military, some will go to college and others will opt for the world of work. Whatever their choice, the decisions they make now will, for the most, shape their lives.

  • The more things change, the more they stay the same

    I think I know what the problem is with the automobile industry. They are all making the same car! A Buick Lucerne pulled in front of me at the four way stop at Stonewall and Magnolia and it looked just like a Toyota Avalon or a Chevy Monte Carlo or a Kia Amanti. These days you can’t tell who is driving what. It reminds me of an old Pete Seeger song, “and their all made out of ticky tacky and they all come out the same.”

  • Would you rather...?

    One of the most entertaining – and frustrating – pastimes out there right now is the “Would You Rather...?” game. One person asks the question, and the other has to answer it. You must answer. No passing, no saying, “Neither.” You have to pick one. Sounds easy enough. But what if the questions were really hard? Like these...

    Live without music or without TV?

    Lose your legs or lose your arms?

    Be blind or deaf?

    In a fire, save a sibling or a stranger?

    Have three eyes or webbed feet?