Call me an old curmudgeon — go ahead, call me one — but I tend to grieve over the death of celebrities some younger folks may not remember.
The town of South Boston got an economic shot in the arm with the announcement on Monday of a $5 million investment by Mid-Atlantic Broadband Communities (MBC) and Microsoft to build a SOVA Innovation Hub at the site of a former tobacco warehouse on Wilborn Avenue.
A common thread wove through the Halifax County-South Boston Sports Hall of Fame banquet on Saturday, where a gathering of sports standouts, family and friends honored inductees Greg Weddle, Jeff Burton, Keith Lee and the late Fred Palmore.
Statistics show that, by and large, the obituary page in newspapers is one of the first pages readers look at, and it’s not because of morbid fascination. It’s because readers want to know what they need to do in order to comfort and help loved ones or friends in the grieving process.
George Jetson lives closer than one would like to think, and the increasing intervention of technology into everyday life may be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.
The all-time Christmas classic, “A Christmas Story,” will once again rule the airwaves all day Christmas Eve, with the holiday tale of little Ralphie and his quest for a Daisy Red Ryder Range Model 1938 air rifle BB gun invading households across the country.
With everyone from former presidents to biographers finding words to memorialize the late George Herbert Walker Bush, the 41st President of the United States, this writer has a tough task finding words of his own.
So, I’ve made my usual visual rounds of military-related movies and tailor-made television shows for Veterans Day, and lessons I’ve taken from them still resonate with me.
It wasn’t so long ago that the community was transfixed by something on television, something so interesting that once a week for several weeks a good portion of us put down what we were doing to watch.
In this era of “fake news” and hearing only what you want to hear, there’s enough blame to go around, and we should take a step back and understand that we’re all in this together.
I’ve said before in this space that the “world seems to be too much with us,” the title of a poem by William Wordsworth published in 1807 that echoes true to this day.
I’ve always been tickled with labels proclaiming food to be “sugar free,” or “fat free,” because we’ve all be trained to read labels and find out for ourselves whether that particular food is suitable – or edible for us individually.
It’s ironic, in my opinion, that the full measure of a man or woman is brought to life when that individual passes, and such is the case with the passing of U.S. Sen. John McCain over the weekend.
I guess I was on the right track last week when I spoke of my love of reading and my fear of someday facing a nightmarish scenario where the freedom to express yourself through literature would be denied.
Those of you — obviously meaning those of you who have never had anything better to do — who have read my words over the years know what a science fiction nut I am.
I was fascinated by some of the commentary accompanying the wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, particularly when some of the talking heads were quoting Markle as stating she was a self-proclaimed feminist.
Most of you recall that in an earlier column I promised not to complain about hot and humid weather after the dreary, cold, wet and nasty winter we just endured.
The late Merlin Olsen was known to many of us as a burly defensive lineman for one of the stoutest defensive lines in NFL history, “The Fearsome Foursome,” of the Los Angeles Rams.
Whenever I think I’ve had it rough in life or get down on myself, I think of others not so fortunate in many ways that have persevered through trials and tribulations that I never could comprehend.
The more things change, the more they stay the same, and that appears to be the theme nowadays, where many of us long for the “good old days.”
Just what they are is subject to interpretation.
Too often in my life, I’ve heard from friends and co-workers that mistakes can’t be tolerated in any form, a rigid lifestyle if I’ve ever heard one.
The issue regarding the gap between rural and urban America is fast becoming a political football to be tossed back and forth, with promises from politicians of all stripes not to forget us country folk.
There are many times I find myself trapped in nostalgia, particularly around the holidays, when memories of Christmas past with family and friends dominate my thoughts for several weeks.
Whether you respond to the calling of a higher God, whether you profess to a certain religion or not, or whether you’re an agnostic, you have to be impressed with the world around you this time of year.
It may be too early to write about Christmas, but what the heck, everybody else seems to be falling in line, so what about it, has the holiday gone too high tech?