Today's Opinions

  • 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.

  • We help where we can

    By Marcia Burr

    Guest Columnist

  • 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.

  • Let it be told


    The story of Goethe Forest is, in large part, the story of a man. He was of German descent, but his family had Anglicized (or maybe Floridized) the name, pronouncing it Go-thee, with a soft th.

     One of the first stories I heard about the old man when I moved to Levy County in 1994 was regarding one of his eccentricities. He often went to a local restaurant for breakfast in his pajamas.

  • Let it be told

    I have recently been watching a series on Netflix titled The Great British Baking Show. It goes on for many seasons, but for some strange reason I find I am watching it in reverse order. Season 4, then Season 3, Season 2, Season 1.

    It is a contest in which people compete to bake things to a certain specification within a time frame. Sometimes there are restrictions—you cannot use flour, or you have only two hours, or there must be two dozen samples baked.

  • 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.

  • Let it be told


    Undocumented immigrants are part of my heritage. And they might be part of yours, too.

    Until 1924, all immigrants were undocumented. Some were turned away at Ellis Island, but if they were healthy and would not be a financial burden to the U.S., they were allowed in.

    My parents include a father who was a first generation Lithuanian-American Catholic and a Methodist mother who was eligible for the Daughters of the American Revolution (as well as Confederacy), so I learned to look at history from many sides.