Two weeks ago in this space, as loyal readers may recall, I unburdened myself of a dozen or so “things this old coot finds at least a little bit annoying in today’s world.”

At the risk of flaunting my age and general crankiness for all to see, here is a list of things this old coot finds at least a little bit annoying in today’s world:

Harriet Sloan says she found “Mark Twain: A Life,” by Ron Powers, to be just “an over-the-top read.”

Have you read any good books lately? If so, I’d welcome any recommendations as we head into the long and lazy days of summer. Would be happy to pass them along.

Tell me more about this “service economy” we live in now. I’m still having trouble getting used to it.

Every day brings more depressing news about current trends in America. But few have hit me harder than a rash of recent stories about the crisis overtaking family dairy farms.

Several high-powered figures were inducted last week into the N.C. Media and Journalism Hall of Fame. But none of them is more deserving of that signal honor than longtime Pilot Publisher David Woronoff.

Does anyone out there still believe that we Americans get to elect our presidents?

We’ve had many emotionally moving experiences at our beloved Emmanuel Episcopal Church in the past couple of decades. But last Friday’s was in a class by itself — for several reasons.

We all have things we wonder about. Here is another admittedly arbitrary and disjointed list of some of my lingering questions:

In trying to sum up the disgraceful goings-on last week in our nation’s once-proud capital, I can hardly improve on New York Times columnist Mark Landler’s comment.

Once again, here is my annual list of things I hope — but don’t necessarily expect — to see in the coming year:

This column, a version of which first appeared on this page nearly 20 years ago, recounts a cherished holiday memory from my youth in late-1950s Missouri.

When it comes to wintry weather, much of Moore County and the Sandhills pretty much dodged a bullet this time around, didn’t we?

Though I can’t improve on the most recent edition of The Pilot’s much-awaited annual Best of the Pines section, please allow me to add an admittedly arbitrary list of some of my own favorite things.

Just a few things (some serious, some silly) for which I’m thankful at this season:

So Sears is going down the tubes. Who cares?

This cranky old newspaper guy has always tended to be a little suspicious of “good-news” stories whose only purpose is to tug at readers’ heartstrings.

As I sat glued to the TV for all of last Thursday and half of Friday, a quote from Thomas Jefferson kept reverberating through my mind: “I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.”

When you travel to the campus of UNC Chapel Hill a couple of times a week, it’s hard not to pay an occasional visit to the empty Silent Sam pedestal.

If you’re an old (expletive deleted) like me and you really want to get depressed, try asking a few representatives of today’s young adult generation

Among other things, this column is a thank-you note to the person, whoever it was, who left a copy of Dan Rather’s book “What Unites Us” on my desk at The Pilot.

The N.C. Department of Transportation, as of a week ago today, has lowered the speed limit on Moore County’s historic Midland Road from 45 mph to 35. That’s a big deal, right?

Since I lack the energy to take on a more serious topic on these lazy summer days, here is a random (in both senses of the word) list of a few things I have found myself wondering about:

David Woronoff says I should “learn to play golf” in my retirement, among other things.

Dear Reader,

Have you ever eaten a chicken gizzard?

When Brenda and I and daughter Kate first landed here in Moore County a little over 20 years ago, we didn’t exactly drop down and kiss this sandy ground. But we might as well have.

Until recently, I had heard the term “free-range” used only to refer to chickens allowed to wander around in a barn lot instead of spending their lives cooped up in a cage.

Mary Lou Herre, who now lives in Pinehurst, was always pretty sure of her ethnic heritage while growing up as Mary Lou Kalafus in Pennsylvania coal country.

Barbara Dvorozniak can’t believe I keep making such unkind annual cracks about cats. And Dave Roeder questions whether there’s any such word as “faunch.”

Just a few things I would like to see happening during this newborn year of 2018, which holds out so many promises as well as threats:

Darn. Yet another Christmas event. Can’t we just sit home and watch “Jeopardy!” instead?

Is the concept of journalistic objectivity in danger of growing as quaint and unfamiliar in our society as Edsel sedans or wringer washers?

This column originally appeared in October 1998.

At the risk of sounding like a grouch, please let me vent briefly on three pet peeves that have bugged me lately.

Sitting in the darkened balcony of Sanford’s Temple Theatre last Friday evening and watching a lively, sold-out production of the musical “Footloose” on the well-worn stage below, I found myself pondering two questions in between bursts of applause.

“Don’t you think it’s time for another of your ‘Things I Like About Southern Pines’ columns?’” a polite but anonymous feminine voice inquired in a message left on my Pilot phone the other day.

As a kid growing up in Carthage, Missouri, in the 1950s, I always wondered why my paternal grandmother, Frances Moore Bouser, kept a framed portrait of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee on her living room wall.

“Y’all get a lot of letters down there at The Pilot, don't you?” an acquaintance asked after stopping me on the street the other day. “How do you decide which ones to publish?”

For us peach lovers (and peach jam canners) in this part of the country, alas, the 2017 crop is destined to be — well, the pits. At least for some growers. And some varieties.

Publish a column about something important, like education or politics, and it can go out there and sink without a trace.

The month of May is over as of today, and I couldn’t be happier.

Is Burr Up to Playing a “Senator Sam’ Role?

How in the world have we gone from the end of one Cold War to what is looking more and more like the beginning of another one?