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Today's Opinions

  • Letter to the Editor

    To the editor:

    After reading of the "embarassment” of Regional General Hospital, I personally felt embarrassed that it was the first time we ever heard of the event.  Why ?

    We would have been there for sure just to meet the new doctors and staff.  But we had no clue and the hospital deserves help and support from the citizens.  

    The exterior of the hospital is an asset to the city of Williston.  Nice job!  

  • Letter to the Editor

    To the editor:

    The appalling amount of litter lining our county’s roads is a depressing sight. Litter is not only ugly, it is a distraction for motorists. It decreases property values, depresses tourism, and discourages potential new residents from relocating to Levy County. It is also a hazard to pedestrians, equestrians, and animals. According to the National Audubon Society, by 2050 there will be more plastic debris in our oceans than marine life.

  • A mayorship done right

    I met Gerald Hethcoat when I first moved to Florida back in 2005. I worked for another newspaper back then, and every Friday, he'd swing by the office to buy a paper and catch up. I liked him immediately.

    Three years later I found myself in Williston and seeing him a lot more than once a week.

    When my freelance reporter retired, I had to start covering the council meetings and seeing The Mayor in action at least twice a month.

  • Our view

    The absence of Williston's city manager at last week's council meeting left elected officials twiddling their thumbs as they were faced with the inability to act on time sensitive issues.

    Council members expressed their embarrassment to the audience and those people who had come specifically to get answers to questions.

    Unfortunately, it seemed only the city manager held the key to those answers and he was not there.

    We learned Friday that Scott Lippmann, the manager, had been battling the flu all week and was justified in his absence.

  • No apologies; I'm a sloth

    There was a time that as soon as the door closed behind me at home on Friday night, I'd call out, "Let's go out to eat."

    That's all changed.

    Now I'm pretty much a hermit once I leave the office.

    While the coffee is brewing, I am changing into PJs and settling in for a weekend of nothing-ness.

    There have been many, many weekends of late that once I sequester myself into Ten Broeck Manor, I don't step outside again until Monday morning.

  • Stop this cycle, I want to get off

    More than a dozen years ago, I performed in the community theatre's production of "Dearly Departed", a campy tale of a Southern dysfunctional family attending the wake and funeral of patriarch Bud Turpin.

    There are many classic lines from the show, but the one that has kept playing in my head for the last month is delinquent Royce saying to his financially ruined uncle, "You know, Junior, life's a circle."

  • What I learned caring for my father

    By Jessica Gilbert

    Guest Columnist

    I recently took my father into my home and cared for him while he was on hospice care. I was honored to do so.

  • Christmas then and now

    Christmas will be quiet at Ten Broeck Manor this year. Tom and I will celebrate at home, most likely with just our furry companions, a hot meal and perhaps an adult beverage.

    Next week, after the paper is finished I will head to Georgia to spend Christmas with my children and Tom will venture to his sisters' on the East Coast. Because of his most recent back surgery, he can't travel the almost-eight hours up north so he'll FaceTime with the granddaughters when they open presents.