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Today's Opinions

  • Readers disturbed by columns

    What kind of jerk would bash teachers?  I was the only secretary in an elementary school for 6 years and I can truthfully say the teachers made my day.  And what would I have done had it not been for the wonderful teachers I had through my 14 years of school? 

  • My overgrown lawn, 'tis of thee...

    As I drive down the street where I live in Havana each day, it’s easy to tell which neighbors have better things to do than mow their lawns.

    Some folks mow their lawns religiously. I haven’t seen them do it, but I suspect they use a ruler to make sure the grass the perfect height. I’d even be willing to bet some of them use a level to make sure it’s all even.

  • Remembering MJ

    The sudden death of legendary pop star Michael Jackson is a reminder that no matter how iconic you are you are mortal too.

    His shocking death is no question, in my opinion, much larger than Elvis Presley's in 1977. People of all walks of life broke down in tears.

    Michael never really had the formal education he needed because his father pushed him hard growing up in show business. He was a child prodigy with a sweet singing voice, and by the time he was older, his talent was the best, bar none. He became the King of Pop and filled arenas around the world.

  • Watch out for scams; they're in our backyard

    Last week a call came into the office from retired reporter Jack Nelson, who lives in Bethesda, Md. He wanted to ask a few questions regarding a letter he received from an East Washington Street address in Quincy. The letter informed Nelson that he was the winner of a $50,000 lottery. And just to show they were on the up and up, a check made out to Nelson in the amount of $985 was enclosed.

  • It takes a village; or so it would seem

    I’ve heard it said that it takes a village to raise a child. I have no idea if that is true or not. We grew up out at the end of Stonewall Street. The blacktop ended up at the hill in front of Paul David Campbell’s house. You had to crunch the gravel beneath your feet to get on out to us.

  • Driving down the road? It's a democracy

    I’ve been experimenting over the past week. I decided to drive the speed limit. No pushing the limit, no the-cops-won’t-notice-if-I-go-a-mile-or-two-over attitude...none of that. I’ve driven the speed limit wherever I’ve gone, no excuses.

    Don’t get me wrong – I’m as guilty as the next person of pushing the speed limit. When I’ve run late, I’ve driven faster than I should. I admit it. But this past week, I decided to do the right thing.

    And it’s been a real education.

  • An A is an A...and a C is a C

    It has been a long time ago since I was in school, and there have been a lot of changes. In my opinion, some of those changes have made things better and some have not.

  • Be mine forever...for now

    One Valentine’s Day we grew weary of the same old “Be Mine Forever” cards, the same old chocolate and the same old girls. Our town was fairly small. Me and Ricky, Yogi, Don and Buddy had been swapping cards with Jane, LaRenda, Graylene, Pam and Ruth Ann since the first grade. Miss Carolyn demanded it. Miss Dorothy, the next year, quoted her verbatim. And then Miss Belle and Miss Dinwiddie...well, you can see our problem.