Point of No Return
A piece of American history died last Sunday.
I recently completed a three-part series on the perils of prescription drug abuse — ranging from physical and mental dangers, to an uptick in property crimes to the damages done to friends and family members of those addicted to the pills. We spoke with numerous members of the community, officials in non-profit organizations and care facilities and those in law enforcement, along with one family who was struggling with this in their own home.
Great, something else that’s smarter than me.
A police officer in Manatee County, Fla., was flagged down by a 27-year-old man last week and told that the man was robbed at gunpoint about 90 minutes earlier, according to an article in the Sarasota Herald Tribune. Apparently, police became a little suspicous of the man’s story because of inconsistencies in his story and the delay in reporting the crime.
It’s a term we’ve all heard over and over again throughout the course of our respective lifetimes — “Like a dog with a bone.”
As we were putting together the paper on Wednesday, a winter weather advisory was hanging over our heads, putting pressure on everybody to get their work done as quickly as possible, while simultaneously making all of us groan under our breaths.
Old Bay? Cinnamon and spice? Cracked pepper?
One of my favorite annual local events is the Joshua M. Freeman Valor Awards luncheon, hosted by the Bethany-Fenwick Area Chamber of Commerce.
I’m a little late writing my column this week because I had to cancel a few things I had ordered online the other night. See, there was just no doubt in my mind that I was going to win the $355-million Mega Millions lottery Tuesday night, so I took it upon myself to order a few small items in advance.
You just have to love a new year.
Christmas is a time of songs and poems, stories and tales.
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For the record, my favorite comedy of all time is “Airplane!” — and there really is no close second.
The highway of life can be fraught with breakneck speeding, traffic snarls and distracted drivers. We have to navigate through these potential perils to get to the place we’re trying to reach — both literally and figuratively.
We are fickle creatures, by nature.
There are a few words, images and symbols that have caused me anxiety over my lifetime.
It just seems that there are less and less things being made in America these days.
I love my iPhone.
I haven’t been at my best this week.
Delaware got a serious shot in the arm in regards to its national identity when Joe Biden got voted in to serve as vice president of the United States. Oh, he gets picked on a bit by the pundits for his propensity to talk a little more than the next guy, but he’s carried himself well and has been a good reflection on the state in general.
There has been no shortage of news over the past few years regarding local fire companies and their, well, shortage of funds.
The English language is a living, breathing organism.
I’m easily distracted.
When Brett Favre and his balky ankle take the field Thursday night with his Minnesota Vikings to take on Drew Brees and his defending champion New Orleans Saints, it will mark the official beginning of the 2010 NFL season.
Grandpa Joe turned 90 this week.
I woke up the other night staring straight into the face of a pug.
When word starting circulating on Tuesday that NFL quarterback Brett Favre was on an airplane heading from Mississippi to Minnesota, there was a collective groan from sports writers across these fruited plains.
There are so many things to enjoy over at the Senior League Softball World Series in Roxana this week.
And with that short but sweet command, girls from around the world will set forth on a shared quest to claim the title of “world champion.”