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Today's Opinions

  • Relay gives hope new meaning

    Close your eyes, and picture hope.
    Harder than it reads, isn’t it?
    Hope is a thing intangible, like you’re trying to pin down a wisp of smoke.
    We lose hope, raise hopes, hope against hope. But like its abstract cousins love, jealousy and forgiven ess, it’s easier to say the words than to wrap our minds around exactly what hope is.

  • Time to stop ignoring white-collar crime

    Column as I see ’em …
    The story I wrote this week about the attorneys in the Beasmore trial not having city and county business licenses isn’t meant to embarrass or single them out.
    Instead, it’s to highlight the fact that far too many companies that don’t have offices here skirt the law that requires them to be properly licensed.
    And what really burns my biscuits is that it appears the majority of those practice white-collar professions.

  • When the heat’s on, look for water

    Living in Arizona for 23 years gave me a lot of insight into heat. As a park ranger I saw a lot of its effects. Visitors would always, always say, “but it’s a dry heat.” My reply, “so is an oven.”
    High heat takes a toll on all living things.
    If you work outside in this heat, my advice is to drink lots of water and eat ketchup and/or bananas. The potassium helps. If you have plants in the ground, then mulch and water is the best reviver.

  • Capitalize on tourism to invest in future

    We need to capitalize on tourism
    “The tourists are coming, the tourists are coming!”
    With all due apologies to Paul Revere, William Dawes and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, let the rallying cry ring out; for indeed the tourist are coming.

  • Absorbing accents

    Accents cling to me.
    I don’t invite them in. It just happens, every time I move and anytime I constantly hear a specific regional dialect.
    Chameleons change color. Tigers stalk prey in striped fur to match their dark jungle habitat.
    Speech becomes my camouflage.
    As I adjust to living here, I’ve caught myself falling into a Southern dialect when I’m talking. Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t mind having a Kentucky accent.
    I’m just never consistent.

  • Want to knock me off my pedestal?

    Column as I see ’em …
    “Am I that detestable?” I asked a friend. “Do you really think people would pay money to throw baseballs at me and knock me into a tank of water?”
    “Yes,” he said. “Given the things you write, there are people who will empty their bank accounts to buy chances to throw balls at you, just on the odd chance that one will bust through the screen and hit you in your big mouth.”

  • Remembering Daddy on Father's Day

    It was a day like any other workday.
    I woke up around 6 and was messing around the house, getting ready . . . and the phone rings.
    “Something’s wrong with your daddy,” Mama said.
    After talking to her a few seconds, I found out he was hurting in his back. I could hear him over the phone, groaning. She had already called my younger brother, Bertram, who lives up the road from them.
    “I’ll call an ambulance,” I said and hung up.
    After calling 911, I called her back and Bertram was there.

  • Know how and when to water your plants

    Since I am in full mowing mode and have finally begun to work in the garden, I get to appreciate all the sites, sounds and smells of the farm.
    Everything is green, wildflowers dot the landscape and it’s all totally beautiful.