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.

I sometimes — well, most of the time — find myself in a rush to complete all the tasks at hand in a normally busy day, just like everyone else in this busy world.

“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.

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.

I’m somewhat of a collector — a pack rat — and I sometimes keep old magazines and newspapers a little bit too long, particularly issues with stories I find interesting.

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.

As a child, I could never understand why my parents would turn the radio up for the obituaries during dinnertime, with a stern admonition from my mother to remain quiet.

One of my continuing pet peeves is the lack of a working ink pen, something most of us never think about, but something I need to concern myself with as a news reporter.

I don’t think I’m overstating myself when I call them my heroes, the children’s television stars from the 1950s and 1960s who guided my young life.

I don’t often get on my high horse, but something that continues to bug me is the problem some people seem to have with littering.

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.

With the notice of the upcoming reunion for the Halifax County High School Class of 1958 — Aug. 25 — comes the realization that reunion season is upon us.

We’re fast becoming a nation of “Grumpy Guses,” surly and intemperate and always complaining, while putting forth the image of a know-it-all.

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.

I’m not a religious person per se, but I am a United Methodist by denomination and try to treat people the way I would have them treat me.

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.

It seems every day is a day for something, take Monday for instance, with everything from Oatmeal Cookie Day to National Raisin Day.

Bruno Sammartino died last week, and for those of you who may not recognize the name, he was perhaps in the minds of many fans the best wrestler of all time.

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.

I may be a science fiction fan from way back, and a connoisseur of everything George Jetson, but I’m somewhat hesitant to adopt driver-less or autonomous cars.

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.

Ever wonder why some people, like me, with nothing seemingly better to do at home become drawn to old television, particularly re-runs of game shows?

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.

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