There comes a time in anyone’s life where the writing on the wall tells you to call it a day, and for me I read it last Friday.
I’m a stickler for guarding holiday traditions, and for me they’re one of the few stable things in a topsy-turvy world we inhabit, particularly the hustle and bustle we all face from Thanksgiving to Christmas.
I remember how simple fun used to be, raking serpentine paths through piles of leaves while waiting for the school bus in the fall and playing Army armed only with a stick and hiding behind a tree trunk.
Friday being the first day of the month and the start of the weekend on top of everything else added up to a driving challenge not unlike that described in a science fiction story I read in the 1960s.
One thing I’ve noticed in the past several years is a lack of moderation, not just in politics but just about everything else, a lack of civility where alternative views not only aren’t respected but are not tolerated.
Some of us don’t take advice the way we should, whether it’s a matter of ego, stubbornness or just not taking the time to listen as we trudge through yet another busy day.
In case you don’t already realize it, patience is more of a virtue than ever before, judging by a recent survey conducted by the British organization OnePoll, whose findings revealed that three quarters of those responding feel that technology such as smartphones are responsible for an ever-…
It’s gotten to the point where you can’t find safe haven from the problems of the world at the movie theatre, like many of us fortunate to afford a movie ticket once did while growing up.
I guess I can’t be but so humorous today, what with the tragedies in Dayton and El Paso over the weekend, and my heart goes out to the victims and families involved in both shootings.
I’m reading with great interest the stories surrounding the 50th anniversary of man’s first moon landing in 1969, and they bring back a flood of memories to someone who dreamed of distant worlds as little more than a country boy in Halifax County.
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate” is a famous phrase from the 1960’s classic movie, “Cool Hand Luke,” referring to a character played by the late Paul Newman, and his refusal to conform to rules set for him and his fellow work gang members at a correctional facility in the south.
Once upon a time, you knew your neighbors and co-workers, you knew their families, and you knew enough about them to think you were part of their family.
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.