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Columns

  • Filty rich and lovin' it

    By the time you read this, I will not be a millionaire. I did not win the Powerball–again.
    But then again, I never bought a ticket. This time or ever.
    I know. I know. You can’t win if you don’t play. It never occurs to me to buy a ticket–not even when the jackpot is half a billion dollars.
    What does occur to me is how I would spend that money. I daydream about it. Often.
    A few minutes ago while I was on break, I drifted off into that place where life is idyllic, I’m a size 10 and I am the Powerball winner.

  • I didn't even know I had a bucket list

    Let’s face it. I’m not a spring chicken.
    I have three adult children, two of whom have solid careers while the other is finishing his senior year of college.
    I don’t have grandchildren, but I’m definitely old enough to have a passel. I could even have a couple who could be as old as 12. But remember, I don’t.
    I’m not fit and thin and my eyebrows spotted gray two years before I found my first one in my head this past January.
    Indeed, I am old.

  • Embrace the change

    Over 132 years ago when Williston residents needed a news source, someone stepped up to the printing press and rolled off the first edition of what would one day become the Williston Pioneer.
    Through the years, the paper that was founded as the Levy County Times has undergone many changes: owners, editors, names, staff and sizes.
    But what hasn’t changed in 132 years is the newspaper’s position that it will be the best news source for Williston and the surrounding area.

  • The critic I always wanted to be

    When best friend Denise and I hit the road, misadventure is sure to follow.
    Now that 500 miles separate us, those road trips are rarer but they’re still something to bank on.
    These days, the misadventures tend to be more with my husband and though I am loathe to admit it, it seems the common denominator is none other than me.
    Our recent weeklong trip–about 1,800 miles–through Georgia, South Carolina,  North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia and at last, Kentucky was again fraught with misadventure, albeit minor ones.

  • Breaking back in

    By Bryan Hoopaugh

  • You never forget your first

     His name was Harry and he was nine years older than me but that’s not important.

  • Finally a clean election

    F

    or several years I have started off the "silly season", better known as campaign season with a fervent wish that things would be clean and without some of the negativism that has plagued other campaign seasons. 

  • Here I go again

     I miss spending lazy Fridays chatting with Winnelle Horne on the porch of the Levy County Quilt Museum. 

    She certainly tolerated my foolishness while educating me on Levy County culture. 

    One thing the late founder often said to me,”You're certainly opinionated.”

    “Um huh. You want me to leave now?”

  • Hats off to WCT

     

  • Why community newspapers matter