Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
On this Edition of The Columbus Connection, Jefferson has commentary on the City of Whiteville, the Historic Columbus County Courthouse, and Local Dam Busters, If you would like to be a Guest on The C...
I hate August. Every year, it slithers in like a disease-carrying slug, leaving a sneaking slimy trail of sweat, sorrow, sadness, stink, suppuration and suffering that no amount of scrubbing and sanit...
In feudal Japan, a period lasting around 700 years, a samurai warrior who found himself without master, family or cause was called ronin. The term could equally apply to an individual or the individua...
Tucked away in a plastic bag buried in a box of odd memories, I have a small, flat piece of stone. It’s very crumbly and jagged, so the bag is in a small box. There is a typed note inside the bag, sin...
On a cold winter’s day, with a nor’easter howling in from the Atlantic, I thought I would be stabbed by Santa Claus. He wasn’t really Santa, of course. He was just a scruffy, down on his luck looking ...
In the days after the signing the document that would give birth to our country as a nation, riders headed out with copies to share throughout the colonies. Some areas wouldn’t learn the news for mont...
The things I take for granted are things they never knew. I am writing these words in a comfortable, air conditioned office, despite the thermometer soaring to sinful levels. I had a good supper last ...
It should surprise no one that I am a Southern Baptist. First and foremost, of course, I am a Christian. Then I am a Southern Baptist. There’s doctrine and then there’s the often-overused term dogma. ...
His name was Woody. He never got to run a deer, tree a coon or trail a rabbit. He never got to chase a ball, bark at a cat, or follow a little kid on a bicycle heading out for adventures. He never got...
I was taken aback the other day while talking with a random diner at one of my favorite eateries. I didn’t know him from Adam’s housecat, but we struck up a conversation. We’re around the same age, bo...
When we were little and made silly faces, many of us were warned by our mothers that our faces would stick that way. I have come to the conclusion that I may have a permanent, somewhat cynical, half-...
I was involved in a conversation the other morning, but I have no idea what was said. That’s life with goats. Breakfast is usually served to our livestock as I head out for work, at roughly the same t...
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 hat down firmly, and ran the brim. I happened to catc...
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 area here in Eastern North Carol...
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 to show dancing dust...
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 gone awry, and too many nerve-endi...