• It's all in a Gram's life

    When I walked in the door of my house at 9 p.m. Aug. 28, it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other.

    After being on the road for over eight hours, exhaustion overtook me and I barely mustered a decent hello to the hubs.

    For the past week, I'd been in North Georgia playing Florence Nightingale to Number Two granddaughter, Piper, who was recuperating from a tonsillectomy.

    But the story begins before that.

  • The silence of our friends

    Martin Luther King: “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.” (The Trumpet of Conscience, Steeler Lecture, 1967)

    A colleague once asked me to write a letter of reference for her. She was anticipating a move from her current job.

    To be honest, which is more than I was with her, there was not much positive I was able to say about her. We disagreed about a lot of things, and working with her was stressful.

  • Keep all medicines out of the reach of (groggy) adults

    I'm pretty healthy for someone my age. Of course, I have all the little things associated with aging: stiff muscles, arthritic fingers, bad eyesight; but for the most part, I'm healthy. I take two preventative medications each day – one in the morning; one at night.

    Because we don't have small children in our home, I leave those two medicines on the counter of the kitchen sink. It's a reminder when I get my morning coffee to take one, and when I turn off the lights at night to take the other. I seldom forget my pills.

  • Land of the free

    Last July some friends and I attended a performance of “School House Rock! Live, Junior” at the Chief Theater in Chiefland. The young people showed stage presence, enthusiasm and talent.

    In addition to songs about school subjects like math and grammar, there were songs about the history of America and the principles on which the nation stands.

    Seeing those young faces glowing with pride in their country, I wondered if our generation is doing them justice when we stand down as we watch our freedoms erode.

  • Midnight Sun Revisited

    "The word that Mrs. Bronson is unable to put into the hot, still, sodden air is 'doomed,' because the people you've just seen have been handed a death sentence.

    " . . . this is the eve of the end, because even at midnight it's high noon, the hottest day in history, and you're about to spend it in the Twilight Zone."

    Rod Serling

    The Twlight Zone – Nov. 17, 1961


    For someone who would live on the beach, I sure don't like hot weather.

  • From the mailbag – a 21st century version

    Many years ago at one of the first newspapers I worked for, I was not permitted to write a personal column like this. That privilege was only for the publisher and editor. Reporters were never even considered to write columns. Ever.

    Weeks when the editor had nothing profound to say, and neither did the publisher, the latter wrote a 19-inch piece of drivel about odd things he received in the mail.

    Back in those days, email was just on the cusp and PR folks sent dozens of press releases daily, hoping to catch free space in the newspaper.

  • You want to see WHAT?

    By Sue Vogt

    Guest Columnist

    I have played computer games pretty much since there were commercially available computers. My earliest memories of these games involved PacMan type graphics games as well as adventure games.

    I liked the Sierra games a lot: “Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards ” and the “Kings Quest” series. What I did not like about their adventure games was if you died, you had to start the entire game over.

  • We help where we can

    By Marcia Burr

    Guest Columnist

  • People do exactly what they want to do

    I am a voracious reader – always have been – and no matter what is going on in my life, I manage to read something every single day.

    Granted I am not reading anything deep or profound. I read escapism fiction. Depending on my mood, I could be solving cozy mysteries in a bakery in a small beachside town, or gallivanting off to the 16th century with a Scottish laird. Occasionally I stay in modern times reading about families more dysfunctional than my own.

  • Staying one step ahead of chaos

    In the weekly newspaper business there are certain times of the year reporters and editors dread more than others. The end of the school year is such a time.

    There are so many activities going on simultaneously, especially in smaller towns with multiple schools, that even when newspapers had larger staffs, it was difficult to keep up with everything.

    Imagine what I go through here in Williston.