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Opinion

  • I hate snow.

    Sounds harsh I know, but that’s just the way it is.  

    I don’t really remember when these feelings of loathing started. Maybe it was when my parents moved me to the frozen tundra of the mid-west, and I spent four and a half years slogging through the snow, ice and sub-zero temperatures at the University of Nebraska.

  • Democrat Leader James Clyburn of SC said the other day: “we’ve got to spend our way out of this recession.”  This backwards reasoning echoes President Obama’s speech from nearly a year ago when he was promoting his $787 billion stimulus bill.  Remember?  This was the brilliant plan that promised to keep unemployment under eight percent.  It’s been hovering around ten percent for several months now, and is actually closer to 17 percent if you count all those who have quit looking for jobs.  Anyway, Obama was attempting to counter his Con

  • One thing I love to do is flip though the New York Times bestseller list and book review section.

    There were some decent titles listed this past week, but one that really caught my attention and not in a good way.

    There’s a book with a rather “unique” subject. And referring to this as unique wasn’t exactly a good thing in this case. Back in 1813, Jane Austen wrote a masterpiece called “Pride and Prejudice.” It’s a beautiful story that has also reached its 100 year mark, making it legally public domain.

  • And the lights all went out in Massachusetts.

    Am I on the only one that remembers the Bee Gees song? The lights are now on and Americans are at home.

    At the same place the American Revolution began over 200 years ago, a political revolution began this month. In Liberal Massachusetts, Americans who believe in capitalism and free enterprise have rebuffed the far-reaching arm of the federal government and the socialist agenda proposed by the current administration.

  • What is veteran affairs death pension? This benefit paid to eligible dependents of deceased wartime veterans.

    You may be eligible if:

    ·the deceased veteran was discharged from service under other than dishonorable conditions, and

    ·he or she served 90 days or more of active duty with at least one day during a period of war*, and

    ·you are the surviving spouse or unmarried child of the deceased veteran, and

    ·your countable income is below a yearly income limit set by law.

  • Several months ago, I embarked on a historical journey when I began working on Campbell County: A look back at the beginning.

    It was a journey that took me through four municipalities and more than 200 years of struggles and determination. It was a journey into the heritage and roots of Campbell County, a deep place where some never travel; it was a journey into the past.

    But not only was it a journey into the past, but the present as well.

  • With my daughter’s third birthday on the horizon and my son’s eighth birthday not yet a distant memory I recently began to reflect on my own childhood.

    Of the many things I thought of was the lessons my parents tried to teach me when I growing up. It has taken some time for me to learn these lessons, but I can now honestly say I’m glad that I listened.

  • As 2010 was ushered in so was an election year.

    However, this is not just any election year.

    It is a year where nearly every office in the county is on the ballot. And if the steady traffic outside the election commission holds up as it did on the first day candidates could pick up petitions, we may have more political hopefuls than voters.

    With so many offices up for grabs Campbell County is ripe for, well just about anything.

  • As the snow fell faster last Thursday afternoon, I sarcastically thought ‘oh great,’ as I rushed around, trying to finish my day.

    Now before you go thinking I’m anti-snow when it comes to the fluffy white stuff, let me let you in on a little back-story.

  • William Shakespeare once said, “To thine own self be true.”

    Now that the holidays are over, it was time for me to select a new ring tone for my cell phone. I don’t know about you, but “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” isn’t exactly what I’d call a beloved, year-round song--no matter how much I love it.

  • Tucked away recently in a cosy English pub, nursing a pint of Old Speckled Hen beer and savouring a lively conversation with a group of merry Englishmen, I was experiencing one of those blissful Old World moments that only we Americans can seem to appreciate—that is, until my partner-in-suds across the oaken table shattered my nostalgic interlude with a heartbreaking revelation- an average of five pubs close each day in England, she said, victims of modern technology.

  • An ancient proverb once said, “All life is choice. Certain things can be stopped only if you choose to allow it to happen.”

    Several years ago when I had hair, there were two wonderful women I always went to. To this day, I have a great deal of respect for both and couldn’t ask for two better friends.

    By the way, for those who wonder where my hair went to- why don’t you ask that vindictive Mother Nature? It’s all her fault. Anyway, getting back to my story.

  • ‘As a people, we no longer know the earth we come from, have no respect for it, (and) keep no responsibilities to it’—Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America

  • Number 1. First, I resolve to make the most of 2010; to live and to do it quite well, despite where I may be in life. If my life isn’t perfect, at least no one can say I’m not living it to the best of my ability.

    Number 2. I resolve to not get too worked up if I’m having a bad day. Instead of having bad days, I’m going to step back and realize things and people aren’t worth my anger. It doesn’t have to do with me; it all has to do with them.

  • Earlier this week, my last hall was finally decked, the final Christmas present was wrapped and waiting patiently under my tree full of gold and ribbon, and the last batch of Christmas cookies and tall glass of milk awaits Santa in a huge tin next to my fireplace.  

    With everything going on, the memories of previous Christmases take me back to a happier time in my childhood. I can’t help but think how everything was beautiful and you felt like anything could happen. How awesome Dec. 25 always was.

  • Dear Santa,

    Are you still at the North Pole? Are you floating on a piece of ice with all of the polar bears because of global warming? How is Mrs. Claus?  Is she a good swimmer?  

    I’ve been a good boy all year. I live in Tennessee and I watch the news on TV all the time.  

    I’ve been told not to use the word Christmas any more because I might offend someone, so for this holiday, all I want is a copy of the U.S. Constitution. Is there still a U.S. Constitution, Santa?

  • Arlo Gurthrie sang this land is your land this land is my land.

    That is a nice concept.

    However, when it comes to changing the name of the land it really doesn’t apply.

    At Monday night’s county commission workshop a request was made to place a resolution on next week’s agenda to rename Demory Road. The new name would be the Grantsboro –Agee Parkway.

  • Three…two…one…and they’re off!

    The doors swing wide as a stampede of eager shoppers flood the stores. Bumped-up security, the hottest toys of the season that sell out within five minutes, and several sale stickers adorn the window let me know that it’s officially Christmas.