Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
Tabor City life wasn’t easy during the 1930s, but hard times helped create a special woman. Essie Nealey, often known by the name of ...
Note to my readers: With rare exceptions, I do not like to reprint columns, since I consider this to be a lazy habit. However, this is one people ask me...
Buying a new house is never an easy thing. You have to give a loan company your information, and let them delve deep into your paper trails, and pull out...
In the book of Genesis, after the fall from Eden, God tells Adam that he will no longer have it easy. The first man is told he’ll have to earn...
` The day was so hot, I thought the corn was melting.I know that the corn was actually thriving on that still, humid June day, but to me it seemed...
Column by Jefferson Weaver They stand frozen in time, two men far younger than I am now, Gary Cooper-esque smiles under dark eyes. The taller of the two is my...
Doodle eyed me suspiciously, then fluffed his neck feathers before announcing the pending new day. I have no idea why I was up early; it had been a fitful night....
Since Jan. 1, 58 law enforcement officers have died doing their jobs in the United States. Another 64 died on duty due to other causes, mainly COVID-19, 9/11 related cancer,...
Dear Papa, There are those who find it maudlin, if not morbid, to write to someone who has died; after all, the intended recipient doesn’t have a postal service, whichever...
Tuesday, April 25, 1978, was a beautiful spring day. A new department store had opened in town, and a beauty queen cut the ribbon. It was an election year, so...
Happy Wade is my new hero. To begin with, that’s a great name. I’ve never met him, but I know folks who know him. All indications are he’s a regular...
Let’s get something straight — I am not a racist, nor am I a bigot. There’s a difference, and neither have traits I tolerate. I’m not going to follow the...
At sunrise and sunset, every day, they face off. One always keeps the sun at his back, as fighters have done for centuries. Their voices ring through the hollow, their...
The box, like many, still bears the marks of time, a flood, and a half-dozen moves. Faded magic marker, remnants of an organized attempt at relocating from one home to...
It’s been a year now since we allowed the politicians to take us hostage with a virus. Don’t get me wrong – I do not doubt that COVID-19 is dangerous,...
By Katie Compton Boyd His math grades aren’t perfect. His handwriting can be sloppy and rushed at best. He’s outgrowing pants and shoes in record time. I have to remind...