• In 1996, Quincy was named an All-American City by the Allstate Foundation. The competition singles out cities that have been successful in identifying at least three problems facing the communities, which residents are working together to solve.

    It seems as if no one wants to work together anymore to solve anything. The attitude seems to be that if things don't go my way I will do everything and anything in my power to be as destructive as possible. That is a shame.

  • The beautiful young lady that cuts my hair doesn’t listen to me. If I tell her not to take too much off the top, she clips and snips until it suits her. If I say leave my sideburns, I’m not into the quasi-modern shave ’em up past the top of your ears thing, she trims to her heart’s delight. When I remind her to thin out that thick, curly part that runs down the back of my neck, she just barely glazes it.

    It’s deja vu all over again.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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?

  • 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!

  • 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.

  • 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...

  • 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.

  • 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.”

  • 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?

  • I've been getting a lot of flack lately from family and friends about not answering my telephone. The only reason I have caller ID is so I can decide when I don't want to answer. I would say that 90 percent of the time I answer my telephone. Even if I just say I'm busy and I'll return the call later.

  • My eldest son’s mother-in-law ain’t too smart. My son’s mother is even worse! They had their faces inches away from the newborns. I was thinking “breathing room” but maturity (read survival instincts) has taught me to quietly ponder way long and hard in situations like this and then don’t say nothing! I tried to look over their shoulders but it was no use. They had the babies completely blocked out.

    “Hayden’s mouth is a little smaller.”

  • I had very mixed emotions last week.

    As I was working on the graduation section for this week’s edition, I made numerous calls to local schools, as well as contact via e-mail. I was seeking photos of graduates, as well as information on any scholarships the students had received.

    Some schools were incredibly accommodating. Some were not. It was really frustrating.

    But despite the frustration, the worst of it all came the day of East Gadsden High School’s graduation.

  • It's almost time for the baseball A-Star game and we're still waiting for the basketball championships to be over. That's great for basketball fans who, I'm sure, would like to see it year round. But for the rest of us who like sports seasons, these extended season are getting on my nerves.

  • Leon said you couldn’t truly qualify to graduate unless you had passed the “initiation” test. “They can give you the paper but it won’t mean a thing unless you can prove you are ready,” is exactly how he put it.  He was the oldest brother and naturally a lot more worldly than the rest of us.

  • In the months that followed Hurricane Katrina, I had the opportunity to interview several people who had fled New Orleans. None of them planned to return.

    I can’t say that I blame them.

    But it would be very difficult to leave your home, especially if it’s all you’ve ever known, and move elsewhere to start all over.

    I’ve seen coverage of New Orleans and other areas since that storm proclaiming the fact that many of those areas have been slow to recover, particularly the Big Easy.

  • Listen guys, I got the break of the century this past week. My wife quit teaching! After 35 years, she retired. I was never so happy in my life. You have no idea what I have had to live through.

    She taught fifth grade for years. I would sit down at the dinner table after a long day ready to just relax and eat my peas and cornbread in the solace of my own home. “I’m worried about Johnny. He’s falling behind in math. I’ve tried to help him after school but he seems distracted.”

  • I was recently watching one of those news programs on cable, and they had a live call-in bit going. The question they posed was this: “If your local newspaper went away, would you miss it?”

    People called in, e-mailed and twittered their responses. For the most part, at least while I was watching, people were saying they would definitely miss their local paper.