Point of No Return
My leaf has turned.
No longer will I focus my attention on mouth-breathing, simpleton dolts who fill our atmosphere with their ignorant blatherings or hate-filled dialogue. I’m not wasting any more time on knee-jerk politicians hitching their wagons to the latest trending topics on Twitter by spewing forth proposals that will never see the light of day, and you won’t read anything more from me on annoying internet trolls who take out the frustrations of their own miserable, rudderless lives on anybody who has accomplished anything of note.
I had every intention of focusing my column this week on the tragic shooting in Orlando last weekend that resulted in the death of 50 human beings and more than that injured.
By now, many of you have heard about the entitled piece of garbage in California who was sentenced to six months in jail for raping an unconscious woman behind a Dumpster outside a Stanford University frat party.
At the heart of life is music.
The trusted Coastal Point calendar hanging on my wall tells me that we have indeed crossed into another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.
So, this has been an interesting race for the presidency to this point, huh?
When the State of Delaware Office of Auditor of Accounts (AOA) released their inspection report of the Millville Volunteer Fire Company’s (MVFC) financials this week, the oft-whispered-about had become a horrific black-and-white reality.
It has been said that each individual’s life is its own book, and the chapters contained within tell the tales of different phases of that person’s life story.
Once again, I find myself surprised over something that really shouldn’t be all that surprising.
This has been a week of rain, shine, snow, wind and hail. In other words, it’s been just another wacky spring week in our lovely oasis by the shore.
There’s just something about baseball.
Do you remember those old deals you would come across in magazines? Come on, you know the ones. You’d glue a penny to a paper card and, in return, you would receive 719 albums delivered to your home.
You rotten kids. Get off my lawn!
Growing up in my home, there were three absolutes if you were a young male:
There has come a time in every recent presidential election when I’ve started to get a real feel for the candidates and their takes on the most important issues facing our nation today and it all becomes clear.
There has been a lot of talk about raising the minimum wage, and probably even more conversation about not raising the minimum wage.
So, a friend brought something up to me the other day that I’ve never really stopped to consider before.
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There are weeks that I sit down at my computer, stare at the blank screen looking back at me and half-wonder if maybe the stars and gods have aligned against me.
“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divine.”
I’m not exactly the most nostalgic person in the world. I wish I could say it’s because I’m a forward-thinking individual who leaves the past in the proverbial rearview mirror, but it’s not really that. I just don’t... care.
The American Dream.
There are many different perspectives on what that phrase actually means, and I suppose it can mean different things to different individuals, as we all have our own paths and obstacles in this zany board game we call life.
While issues of gun control, health care and ISIS continue to generate...
I’m a big fan of resolutions.
Well, here we are. The end of another year, and the start to a new one — filled with promises to ourselves to lose weight, stop smoking, learn a foreign language, save more money and visit more exciting places.
By Darin J. McCann
Merry Christmas, one and all.
This one almost pains me to write.
Ours is a time that the historians will look back on as complicated, to say the least.
’Tis the season, right?
The season of joy. The season of ugly sweaters and hot chocolate. The season of feel-good music, traditional holiday specials on the television and carolers coming to the door. The season of begging your credit card company for a higher limit and feeling like a worthless bag of dog poo because you can’t wrap a big red ribbon on a new luxury car in your driveway for your perfect wife while your perfect kids behave like little angels sharing the moment like a nauseating cadre of...
Thanksgiving, my friends, is the greatest holiday of all.
I’m a bit of a word nerd.
I say that not because I find myself getting wedgies at the water fountain while I’m conjugating verbs, but because I find myself getting a little excited every year when the major dictionaries announce the new words they will be including in their listings. English is a language that began as a conglomeration of others, and has constantly evolved over time to reflect the world in which we live.