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Today's Opinions

  • The race is on

    How can you not know I am over-the-top crazy about my two granddaughters?

    Facebook friends get a liberal dose of their cuteness, almost on a daily basis.

    My office is covered in their beautiful little faces.

    I have 1,800 pictures on my cell phone and 1,700 are of them.

    Talk about any subject and one, if not both, of them can be incorporated into the conversation.

    Yes, I'm a doting grandmother.

  • A brother like no other

    I lacked three months being four years old when he was born. Memories are sketchy from that period of my life, but I remember with absolute clarity the morning after he was born.

    We lived in a small four-room house heated with two free-standing coal stoves.

    I remember Daddy putting me in the high chair between the cook stove and back door as he rushed to make oatmeal and toast before he and I set out to visit my new baby brother.

  • Questions should have been asked two years ago

    As the Williston City Planner and members of the Community Redevelopment Agency (CRA) addressed the elephant in the room last week about the property owners' intent concerning backdoor beautification that abuts Block 12, we couldn't help but ask ourselves, "Why now?"

  • Yes, I'm a journalist

    I’ve been seriously writing since I was 10 years old. I knew at 12 it’s what I wanted to do to earn a living.

    By the time I was 17 and poring over college catalogs, I knew I had to major in something besides romance novel writing because no one pays you right out of the chute to write bodice-ripping novels.

    That’s how I came to journalism and it’s where I’ve stayed almost my entire life, except for a brief stint as a property tax appraiser.

  • City picks up the gauntlet

    Six months ago we challenged the city of Williston to take a little pride in its own properties before mandating its residents do the same.

    Over 60 years of weather and neglect marred the faces of two prominent city properties – city hall and its annex.

    Chipped, flaking paint; mildewed facades and the absence of landscaping created eyesores in our midst.

    Those of us who live here saw the deterioration day in and day out. We saw it so often, we soon became complacent about it and in time, immune to it.

  • Holes left by the Cat Herder

    Have you ever known someone who, at times, you wanted to put your hands around their neck and shake them until their teeth rattled? BUT, there were times you wanted to hold that same person in a close embrace and not let go?

    That’s been my relationship for over eight years with Chiefland Citizen editor Lou Elliott Jones.

    Now that Lou is hanging up the pica pole and proportion wheel (only something old-time newspaper people will understand), I’ll be able to do a lot more of that embracing.

  • It's time

    Just in case you have not heard, this is my final column as editor of the Chiefland Citizen and Cedar Key Beacon. I gave my notice in mid-November and have been telling people the good news since.

    I am out the door on Friday, Jan. 27. At 64 I am taking the opportunity to enjoy some of the things my present occupation does not allow. That would include:

    being home for and cooking dinner in the evening, going out of town without having to time it for when there are no assignments, and polishing my skills at herding cats.

    This is a short list.

  • It's time

    Just in case you have not heard, this is my final column as editor of the Chiefland Citizen and Cedar Key Beacon. I gave my notice in mid-November and have been telling people the good news since.

    I am out the door on Friday, Jan. 27. At 64 I am taking the opportunity to enjoy some of the things my present occupation does not allow. That would include:

    being home for and cooking dinner in the evening, going out of town without having to time it for when there are no assignments, and polishing my skills at herding cats.

    This is a short list.