Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
We call it the Blue Room, simply because that’s the color of the walls. The modern term is “man cave,” which I despise almost as much as the phrase “she shed.” My blue room is sometimes called the Off...
Every time we turn around lately, somebody is angry or offended or something. Indeed, it almost seems to be worse as we’ve moved closer to Christmas. That bothers me. We really aren’t the first ...
Editor’s note: Times may change, society may evolve, and even newspapers change the way they deliver current events, commentary and the events of daily life.Some things, however, never change. W...
Note—thank you to everyone who asked if there would be a Paula story this year. You can find previous Paula stories on my Facebook page. Merry Christmas! Once upon a time, there was a possum named Pau...
More than a century ago, maybe even on a Christmas morning, the doll was unwrapped to squeals of joy. Her body was simple and straight forward – basically just cotton bags, stuffed with more cotton. S...
By Katie Compton Boyd No doubt about it, my gramps loved Christmas. He loved everything about it, the meaning, the reason, the joy dancing across children’s faces. Each Christmas he assembled scores o...
In many ways, I was always a pestilential child, at least when it came to my siblings. At Christmas, I was even worse. That particular year, I had become markedly skeptical about Santa Claus. The idea...
Good William IX doesn’t have to hunt for a living any more, but the instinct is still there. I brought the redbone home on my birthday a few years back, hungry, tick-infested and cast away after what ...
Thanksgiving has ended, which typically marks that wonderful time of year when I begin decorating for Christmas. Not inside, mind you, until Dec. 1 at the earliest, because I can only stand so m...
It took a weekend of fouled plans, a flat tire and a mother-in-law’s injury to realize again why I should be thankful. Nothing had worked out quite like I planned for either Saturday or Sunday. There ...
By Jefferson Weaver It hung, glistening, waiting to be a victim. I was more than happy to oblige. The grape was among the last I could find on the wild vine near our front gate; on a whim and in token...
By Katie Compton Boyd I saw what strikes dread and terror in every old Southern woman’s heart: a wooly worm! An omen of a bad winter. It’s hard to imagine now, as it’s been so warm, but if the w...
John Young is President and CEO of Columbus Regional Healthcare. Leading community organizations have agreed to join Columbus Regional in our 90-day campaign to slow the spread of the Coronavirus. Our...
I know a fellow who has to carry a card with him everywhere he goes to prove he isn’t carrying a knife or shoplifting. Much of one leg is screwed and plated together; he sets off metal detectors in co...
By Katie Compton Boyd I remember as a child, the women in my family would remind me, “you mustn’t talk of politics or religion, especially at the dinner table. It isn’t very ladylike.” Naturally bein...
I can’t recall the last time an election wasn’t “history making” or “the most important election of our lifetimes.” Once in a while, that’s been the case, but most times it’s been far more hyperbolic ...