Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
I got out of the truck and a gust of wind threatened to steal my Stetson. I caught it before the Stratoliner could live up to its name, pulled the...
It’s no secret that time changes things. Sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad. Change can be your friend and change can be your enemy. For our little...
In those days, a newspaper office was a magical place. People were always moving, talking, coming and going. A single BB-sized hole in the darkened front door allowed the sunlight...
I wasn’t intending to dress any different than usual. It was a Monday. I was an hour behind schedule. The weekend had left too many chores incomplete, too many plans...
Editor’s note: Bladen County Board of Education member Steve Kwiatkowski published this opinion piece on his personal social media this week. It is shared here with his permission. On this...
I happened to catch maybe two minutes of the Country Music Awards the other night. For reasons I cannot fathom, a bunch of the new stars were singing Phil Collins...
I crumpled gratefully into my grandfather’s chair, and moaned a little as I took off my shoes. I had to wonder how many other men in my family had done...
I was on an already unpleasant errand when a friend called with the words that would shake the coldest stone statue. “There’s a little kid been shot,” he said. It...
I got my digital hands slapped the other day because of my choice of words when I identified an animal track. Some friends were sharing pictures of their camping trip,...
In the woods beside our house is a half-forgotten colony box for martins. It was knocked into the trees and vines during one storm or another, and restoring it to...
When I was a kid, there were words that would get your tail torn up, and words that might, in some families, mean you were never seen again. Maybe it...
On the road the other day, I glanced at an old farm I’ve watched for years, but this time there was nothing left to see. The first house on the...
I saw my mother the other day, despite the fact that she went to Heaven 20 years ago. There was a pretty, intense and somewhat frazzled young mother holding hands...
I hate February. It wasn’t even February yet when I had my latest reminder, although the scurvy, splintered, spindly, slimy Month of Gloom loomed ominously omnipresent across the calendar and...
The rainbands were still blowing across the long lane to our house, more reminiscent of a late summer storm than winter. I was thinking to myself how we had dodged...
In the Winter of 2007 I was hunting a two-year-old Walker hound named Kate. She was extremely hard-headed to say the least. She was a bit trashy and would miss...