There are a few ways to easily get a rise out of people in this community.
Late last week we heard word that a member of the Millville Volunteer Fire Company (MVFC) had been suspended by the department while an investigation into alleged misconduct was being conducted.
Perhaps there’s no greater mystery regarding the human psyche than the concept of fear.
When word first started circulating that former Delaware Attorney General Beau Biden had passed away, many of us initially reacted with shock. Then sadness.
I’ve had people tell me that no matter how old my daughter gets, I will always picture her in my mind’s eye as being a little girl with pigtails and food smashed across her face.
When the Indian River High School girls’ soccer team heads to Smyrna on Friday, May 29, to play the state championship game against the winner of the Caravel and Wilmington Friends game, they will be bringing along more than just equipment.
They will be bringing all of us on board for the ride.
We are an ever-evolving nation, to be sure.
It seems like just yesterday our community was winding down another Jazz Funeral on the Bethany boardwalk, rolling up the sidewalks and turning off the lights on another summer season.
Many of us have that metaphorical little engine inside us that drives us.
To hardly anyone’s surprise, Charles M. Bireley won the recent District 4 election to maintain his seat on the Indian River School District Board of Education.
Have you ever found yourself behind THAT person in line?
This week’s summer-like weather is a reminder that it’s nearly time for school to be out, our seasonal businesses to return to full-bore operation and vacationing families to arrive in our little slice of paradise. But we’d be remiss if we gave this last month or so of the school year short shrift, because it’s exactly the time of year when so many important things happen for our kids, their teachers and other school staff, from those final tests to getting in that last bit of knowledge to tide them over the summer to getting outside for some grade-A phys-ed in pleasant weather.
For years, this week’s column has been one of my favorites to write.
We all use the Internet for healthcare. We hear about the Ebola epidemic, H1N1, measles outbreak and the flu, and out come our phones and computers. I see it at work. As I talk to patients, their family is simultaneously looking up heart disease, surgery and Beebe Healthcare. Even though we know not to believe everything on the Internet, we continue to use it. So, how should we use it?
We love a good “Local kid done good” story.
There’s a level of pride an entire community can take in seeing someone who grew up here move on to new challenges in life and excel. Here at the paper, we love seeing people we covered when they were younger excel in whatever endeavor they have taken on as adults or college students.
And we saw a cool story this week.
It’s simple, but it’s not.
Annual CROPwalk set for this weekend
Sussex County Planning & Zoning Commissioners Bob Wheatley and Rodney Smith met with members of the Shore Democrats organization last week, and Wheatley made a particularly compelling remark during the discussion.
According to a recent story on abcnews.com, a Sacramento woman recently ate three 72-ounce steak dinners in about 20 minutes during a food challenge held at The Big Texan Steak Ranch in Amarillo, Texas.
Ocean View is a small, quaint town. This is a natural progression of the years and population growth. The fact that it is a nice place to live, and increasingly so in the last three years, is because elected officials have worked hard to ensure that the Town remains fiscally responsible, that we listen to what the residents want but we make our decisions based on what is best for the long-term good of the Town and avoid kneejerk reactions to momentarily hot topics.
The chill is beginning to leave the air, kayakers are more and more prevalent on our local waterways and seemingly everybody is sniffling and sneezing from allergies.
Yes, spring has certainly arrived.
When we stop learning, we stop growing.
Those are valued words that have bounced around my scattered brain for years now, though I can’t remember if I was gifted them by a parent, a teacher or a creepy dude in a trench coat I once encountered by some poorly-lit docks. Regardless, they have stuck with me, and I’ve noticed over the years that the more I learn, the more I realize how ignorant I truly am.