Today's Opinions

  • Shop locally this season

    As Levy County combats the worst rececession since the Great Depression and the holiday season is here, it makes sense that we all do our part to keep as many of our shopping dollars at home.

    With budgets tightened and wallets depleted, we encourage people to be imaginative with their gift-giving.

    Meander downtown Williston on a crisp day, poke your head in all the shops along the way, dine at one of our eateries and think about what you are giving to your friends and family.

  • On Santa and fairies

    How do you tell a child that there are no fairies?

    I’ve given this matter a lot of thought, lately, and not because I mull profoundly in my spare time, but because my son has asked some specific questions and I know it’s a matter of time before he figures out some of the answers.

  • Letter to the editor

    To the editor:

    I have known Sammy Yearty for about 18 years. I attend most of the commission meetings in Levy County and volunteer with the Levy County Emergency Management. During this time I have observed Sammy in meetings and during storms. I worked in the EOC under his leadership and I have never known Sammy to do anything that was not in the best interest of the citizens of Levy County.

  • Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

    Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

    "DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.

    "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.

    "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'

  • The work of the holiday is part of the gift

    The cooking and baking of Christmas all invokes poignant memories of holidays past, but none more so than stirring the fudge.

    To ensure perfect fudge, you have to stir constantly, work rapidly and keep an eye on the timer if you don’t have a candy thermometer.

    Sunday, as I stirred and stirred and stirred, I was taken back to my mother standing over a coal burning stove making Christmas treats. It became more difficult for her to do as the years rolled on due to a upper spine problem that caused her hands to go numb, but she did it anyway.

  • My most memorable Christmas

    For me, I think the most memorable Christmas was in about 1984 or 1985. I had two brothers in the U.S. Marines at that time. They were both stationed overseas. My mom was so upset because it would be the first time ever that she didn’t have all six of her kids home.

    She tried to hide it, but me being the youngest, I could tell that there was something wrong. My mom would just sit and cry. When I asked her what was wrong, she would just say “ Nothing baby girl. I’m OK.”

  • Unmentionables and other clothing, Part Two

    Last month you read my complaints about drawers—the wearable kind—that won’t droop the way I like and the fact that this nation now imports 95 per cent of all clothing available in our stores. I closed with this:

    We are a nation of consumers—but we are not rational about how and what we buy. When we started importing goods with the excuse that they’re more “affordable,” we also started the death process of everything “made in the U.S.A.”

  • Well done, done well

    I’ve never really thought of myself as a revolutionary leader, but the time has come to create my own army.

    My army will not invade other countries, even if we create plenty of reasons to do so. My army will not have basic training and we will not prop up an industrial complex.

    Instead, we will eat meat. The meat will be beef. And the beef will be cooked.

    On this day, I stand before mankind and shake my fist defiantly in the air and shout that I shall eat no more rare beef!