Can you imagine what it felt like for all those millions of people in Texas and elsewhere who last week found themselves iced in and powered off for several miserable, life-threatening days?
Words fail me as I try to come to grips with what happened a week ago today in Washington. Many of the first adjectives that come to mind seem to begin with “D”: Deadly. Demented. Disgusting. Disgraceful. Disastrous.
Carol A. Golly now lives here in Southern Pines. But when she read my Dec. 16 column, headlined “Reindeer, Round Virgins, and God’s First Name,” it reminded her of something that happened when she lived in Florida.
This is adapted from a column that appeared in The Pilot in December of 1999. I was half-grown before I learned that reindeer have standard, regulation hooves. I had pictured them with soft little cat feet.
Of all the changes we can expect when the new presidential administration takes over in January, I liked the one recently explored by CNN commentator Jeanne Moos.
So. How the heck do you sit down and write about a presidential election that hasn’t happened yet — when you know your column won’t appear in print until the day after?
After teaching journalism classes at UNC for more than a decade, I now find myself doing them from home instead. And do I ever have mixed feelings about that.
There is still so much to love about Southern Pines, despite — or maybe even because of — these dismal days through which we now find ourselves struggling.
Remember when, on the way to the beach (where I happen to be while writing this), you could stop at a McDonald’s and actually sit down and eat your Big Mac inside?
It’s been nearly a year since the last one appeared, Dear Reader, so perhaps you will permit me to indulge in another random list of things I find myself wondering about.
Mary Lou Herre, who now lives in Pinehurst, grew up in a small town in a coal-mining area of western Pennsylvania. Her family’s milk came “right from the cow” at a nearby farm.
I’ve lived and newspapered in four North Carolina towns in the past 40-odd years. And this is the only one that’s not now caught up in controversy over a Confederate monument.
I guess I’m what you would call a cradle Episcopalian, since my mom used to regularly drag brother Jon and me to Grace Episcopal Church back in Carthage, Mo.
Permit me to offer one more column about the benefit of burying one’s nose in a good book as a way of finding at least a few hours’ respite from this COVID captivity.
If you thought I liked David McCullough’s writings, you should sample the several responses I got to my April 29 column, headlined, “Need Some Distraction? — Try a McCullough Book.”
Weary of your COVID captivity? Need something to transport you into another time and place for a few hours? Then I’d like to recommend a book by David McCullough.
A week ago today, as I tore the March page off my big desktop calendar at home and glanced over everything written on it a month earlier, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
So. Are we in the midst of experiencing “the decline of our American civilization,” as I asked — or perhaps suggested — a couple of weeks ago in this space?
Spoiler alert: This is not going to be a happy column. It might even qualify as a bummer. If you need something to cheer you up, you might want to move on to another page.
A lot of cool things have happened to the Sunrise Theater since it was rescued from closing a couple of decades ago. (Can it really be that long?)
Time for my annual Thanksgiving column — or “colyum,” as some of my older newspaper colleagues used to pronounce it — about things I’m especially grateful for.
When a few of us guys from the bass section gathered at Emmanuel Episcopal last Thursday for a special rehearsal session with Choirmaster Homer Ferguson, my voice may have sounded even shakier than usual.
This column originally appeared May 2, 2007, in the wake of the Virginia Tech mass shooting, which was carried out by a disturbed man and resulted in 33 deaths. (The writer also touched on the subject in a different column on Aug. 28, 2016.)
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- Column: Supreme Court Upholds Name As Final Stop for Legal Affairs
- Columnist: Trump May Be Gone, But His People, Causes Remain
- Column: Man Who Gave Us Plastic Just Wanted Uncomplicated Life
- Column: J. Edgar Hoover Was Right Man At Right Time
- Column: Insomnia Can Be Fatal, But Don’t Lose Sleep Over It
- Column: Coffee, A Sinker, Folded Newsprint Still A Great, Enjoyable Experience
- Column: 'Social Justice' Is a Matter Than Endangered Us as a Free People
- Column: Hearsay Evidence Can’t Be Used to Bring Down President Trump
- Column: Impeachment Best Understood When Considering Andrew Johnson
- Column: We’ve Grown Accustomed To the Welfare State’s Pampering
- Column: T's Final Farewell: An Exit, With Kicking and Screaming?
- Column: Enough, Already! Worn Down, Burned Out by Election Cycle
- Column: Advertising: Where Art Does Not Always Imitate Life As We Know
- Column: Heigh-Ho, Silver: The Masked Man Rides Again
- Column: Trump Won’t Call the Shots On Our Court
- Column: Too Long a Sacrifice Can Make a Stone of the Heart
- Column: Authoritarianism Challenges The Resilience of Our Democracy
- Column: America Needs Multi-Party System To Represent American Electorate
- Column: How a 14th Century Crisis Mirrors Our Own Situation Today
- Column: They Should Make Massive Changes Now To Improve Presidental Debate Performance
- Column: Where Are the Leaders? It’s Time to Step Up
- Column: Evangelicals Need to Recalibrate Their Expectations of the Truth
- Column: Legislature Has Important Work To Do in This Year’s Session
- Column: Public Health Critical for Health of Our Community
- Column: Be a Part of the Village's Study of Historic Integrity
- Column: Dec. 7, 1941 Has New Company as A Day of Infamy
- Column: Rename Fort Bragg After Our Army General: George Marshall
- Column: The Electoral College Comes Through for America
- Column: Unwillingness to Wear Mask Is Massive Reckless Endangement
- Column: Why More Than 200 Military Leaders Endorse Joe Biden