Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
Two conversations with dear friends got me to thinking the other day about what things will be like when “this is all over.” Whether “this” is the pandemic, the quarantine,...
The dogs looked not just happy, but ecstatic. I sometimes think hounds look forward to the start of hunting seasons more than the hunters themselves. Their heads stuck out between...
Every missing person is somebody’s child. The yellow ribbons are gone and forgotten now. We put yellow ribbons up to welcome people home, or remind folks of those who haven’t...
Wherever it came from, whoever is behind it, whatever the reasons – burning, looting , and threatening have no positive effects on anyone. On the 19th anniversary of the night a...
Most of us have seen them as we drive through the country; groves of trees, sometimes tangled with honeysuckle, grapevines and wisteria, poison ivy and persimmons, surrounded by plowed rows...
Officers are being attacked, ridiculed, injured, and killed all over this country. This must stop! Let everyone submit to the governing authorities, since there is no authority except from God, and th...
What happened to the country we all saw on Sept. 12, 2001? It’s still here, but you have to look. Like most of you, I can remember the day in...
The possum raised his nose, picking up a half-dozen scents – chickens, eggs, the dodgasted geese, dogs, cats, cat food, the empty garbage can , horses, the stinking goat. On...
Even though this year is different in so many ways, September is a month of golden promise. My shirt was soaked, despite having been relieved of its sleeves and collars...
She looked far healthier than when I saw her the first time, or later when I saw her photo, wearing a yellow smock on my daily jail report. She made...
Curse words were once intended for emphasis, or (as the name implies) to wish a curse upon someone. Sadly, those same terms are now more common than additional condiments with...
Papa and I had the big house on Divine Street all to ourselves. We decided we were going to a ball game. We had big plans, the Old Man and...
Jefferson Weaver As I write these words, tornadoes have spun off a hurricane that has turned my pastures to mud, my ditches into creeks, and my road into a river....
Jefferson Weaver Jeffersoncweaver155@gmail.com I didn’t know Mike Adams. We spoke maybe twice, three times over the years, and occasionally corresponded online. He said some kind things about a few of...
As we settle into the sixth month of the pandemic, we have seen how life does manage to go on, albeit with a lot of changes. Masks, hand sanitizers, social...
Jefferson Weaver Against my better judgement the other day, I found myself in a much larger grocery store than the one which I prefer to frequent — and I was...