Today's Opinions

  • Some folks will just never understand that vet's Fourth of July tear

    The corn on the cob would stick to my teeth. The barbecue was accompanied with mild, hot, or sweet sauce. The potato salad was more than adequate if they went light on the mustard and the egg halves. The hot dogs were always a might over done. And the ketchup bottles were so sticky after the first five people went through that I wouldn’t pick one up for nothing! The drinks were iced down in No. 3 washtubs. And the dessert table took up a whole corner of the town square.

  • Today's holiday is not the same as in years past

    In the distant past, the Fourth of July was a holiday of much fun and patriotic feelings. But the feeling of today’s Fourth is vastly different from that of yesteryear.

  • Time for a change...or not

    Well...if there’s anything that’s constant in this life, it’s change.

    I was supposed to have started a new job this past Monday. It didn’t happen. I was promised things that, when it came time to sign on the dotted line, weren’t delivered. I politely declined, and came home to the Times. I’m a lot of things, but stupid ain’t one of them.

  • Same sermon, different year

    Every year around this time I preach the same sermon.

    We are one month into hurricane season and thankfully there has been nothing sighted in the Atlantic Ocean or the Gulf of Mexico. But the last thing we need to do is become complacent. Now is the time to get ready for hurricane season by doing all of those things that the National Weather Service deems important. Now is the time to get those trees cut down or trimmed.

  • A good 'chaw' is worth a thousand words

    Raymond Mercer would ease a “chaw” of  "Day's Work" from one side of his jaw to the other. He’d squint off toward the back of the Parke Theater. He’d squat down on his haunches and expertly ease a load of juice equal distance between the toes of his trail worn Red Wings. He’d peer up at Luke Finley’s dark-colored mule. He’d squint back toward the theater again, spit and slightly nod his head up and down. We all breathed a sigh of relief. He bought the animal!

  • Saying goodbye to the man in the mirror

    Like a lot of people, I was shocked when I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died. To me, it was like losing a member of the family. It really didn't sink in right away either. Only after I got home and turned to CNN did I realize that Michael, as I call him, was gone forever.

    Everyone has a favorite Michael story. And no one ever forgets the first time they saw Michael on television and definitely no one forgets the first time they saw Michael in person.

  • Second Harvest thanks participants

    On behalf of America’s Second Harvest of the Big Bend, we want to thank the citizens of Gadsden County for your generous support of the 2009 Stamp Out Hunger food drive held May 9. We also want to thank the Quincy post office and the many letter carriers for all of your work in collecting the food.

  • Local reverend honored for service

    I would like to add to the accolades of Rev. Jake Till, who died recently after a very fruitful life.

    Several very good writers left out this very important ministry of Till's, and I would like to add it to the record.

    Till served for at least 25 years as chaplain to the Florida State Prison in Quincy. He preached to, counseled and baptized incarcerated young men; I would estimate around 2,500. I am tempted to wager that very few of these men never came back to prison but were instead released to a glorious adventure that Till described to them every Sunday.