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Columns

  • Time to collapse: The Christmas rush is over

    Now that Christmas is finally here, I thought a new twist on an old favorite might be appropriate...enjoy!

    “Twas the Night After Christmas”

    Twas the night after Christmas and all through the place,

    Any creature that stirred fell flat on her face.

    We'd ripped open the treasures and ransacked the stockings,

    The amount of goodies we ate was really quite shocking.

    No one knew how St. Nick got in while we dozed,

    For the doors were all locked and the chimney was closed.

  • Thankful for lessons from Hispanic family

    My job takes me to unexpected places more often than not. Tuesday was one of those times. I was looking for a Christmas feature and decided that an article on the Mexican celebration and how it differs from the American celebration might be interesting.

    I asked a Mexican woman I knew, Priscilla Vidal, if she would help me find a family to interview. I wanted a typical family that would be willing to talk candidly with me.

    Priscilla found a family and accompanied me to the humble little trailer the family shares in Greensboro.

  • I'll just do the best I can

    The new year invariably makes me think of the year that is going out. I'm reminded of things, personally and professionally, that I wish I had done differently or I wish I had not done at all. I can't dwell on those things because I can't bring those events back.

  • You just can't put a bow on some things

    Another new year is upon us, and I can’t believe that 2008 is already done. It was a year of change for me, since I changed jobs and moved to Gadsden County. But I’m glad I made the move. I’m beginning to feel like it’s home.

  • No ugly girls wanted

    It’s a new year. My first wife still likes me. We’ve got a brand-new president. Gas prices are down. I’ve got new running shoes. My boys are healthy. The economy is so bad that it can only go up from here...

    I don’t believe I have been this excited about a new year since 1963.

  • If you want to be in the know, you have to go

    There are people who just won't pay attention. For whatever reason, things that affect their lives are ignored until it's too late.

    I can't count the number of times citizens have shown up at county commission meetings wanting to subdivide property, change zoning or change the face of their property, whether it's a half acre or 3,000 acres.

  • Enough with the turnips already

    Once again, local education leaders are sitting on pins and needles, awaiting word from higher up as to whether school districts will have to endure yet another painful budgetary amputation. Legislators are meeting in emergency session this week, trying to figure out what to do – or hoping someone else has some recommendations.

  • We're doing pretty good here, Dad

    It was cold; much colder than I expected. The wind was whistling down the Steadman Ridge. I turned the collar up on my lightweight jacket and slid my hands deep into the pockets. This place had a hold on me. I shivered in the late afternoon chill. But I did not move back toward the truck. This was not my first December visit. I had actually seen it colder.

  • If you can't be accountable, don't get a pet

    I remember a cold winter day when as a teenager my mother sent me to the store to get a few packages. On the way, I passed a house that I had passed hundreds of times, but on this particular day, one of the woman's dogs bit me on the leg. I saw the dog from a distance and the animal seemed to be sunning himself in the yard. It didn't bother me because I was on the sidewalk. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the dog attacked me and bit my right leg.

  • They're not heavy, they're my brothers...and sisters

    In this week’s column, I’d like to pay tribute to some people who are very important to me – my friends.

    Some of them I haven’t seen in years, but they have never left my thoughts and prayers. Some of them I’ve only heard from on occasion; others, I hear from several times a day through a wonderful little thing called Facebook. There are also those that I see several times a year, and talk to on the phone at least once a week.