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Columns

  • Spare me the small talk

    I enjoy lively, spirited conversation. And in order to enjoy that, I have to like being around people.
    No doubt in anyone’s mind, I am a people-person. I  come by it naturally because everyone–and I mean everyone–on my father’s side of the family was blessed with the gift of gab.
    At family gatherings it was difficult at the end of the day to figure out just what you may have gleaned from each other because topics were loud, broad and scattered.

  • 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

  • Ramblings–My mind at large

    The comic book geek and I saw The Rise of the Dark Knight Saturday. He didn’t have to persuade me–I’d been curious too after reading several reviews of the latest Batman movie.
    The theater was filled, but not packed. As we sat there watching the trailers for upcoming movies, I couldn’t help but think about the Aurora, Colo. massacre.

  • Battlefield

    By Susan Howell

     One of the most abundant and colorful birds to inhabit my yard is the Northern Cardinal. Over the years these permanent residents have provided me with not only their beautiful song but also a little bit of wild bird drama. The striking red plumage of the male certainly outshines the rusty brown female, but from my perspective unlike other wild birds their different coloration easily differentiates one from the other.

  • College is not just book learning, it changes your life

     I’m happy with the progress students have made in English 1 this past year in college.

  • You never forget your first

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

  • Voter suppression in Florida

    By Drollene Brown

    Guest Columnist

  • There’s need for culture

     I hadn’t been in Williston long when I asked someone on the city’s CRA what Williston had chosen as its niche–the thing that would bring people here.