Collectively, we’ve spent a ton of time lately discussing toilet paper shortages. Or the lack of bread in the stores. Or meat. Or produce. Well, let’s face it: We spend a ton of time complaining in general these days.
Editor's note: With the mandated closure to the public of all restaurants and bars in the state, except for carry-out, drive-through and delivery services, we are compiling a listing of which restaurants are remaining open to provide those services and the details involved. Restaurants that …
Who wants a feel-good story today? Well, I have a feel-good story for you.
Like many of you, I’ve tried to stay informed on the current situation with the novel coronavirus, particularly in the United States. Also, like many of you, I’ve attempted to understand the precautions and steps I need to take to keep myself, my family and my business as safe from the sprea…
You ever fall down the YouTube rabbit hole? It happens to me about 27 times a week.
In a world full of heroes, perhaps none shined as brightly as Larry Tresler.
You know what’s easy? Starting an argument, that’s what.
I am not a man who possesses many skills.
Do you ever just sit down, take a look at the world around you and think, “Wow. Is it really possible that I'm not as screwed up as I always thought I was?”
Foiled by a napkin!
Want to hear a secret?
“Fifteen years ago, Darin, Shaun and I were standing in a printing plant in Dover, watching the first issue of the Coastal Point come off the press. We had worked the entire night before, going home only long enough for a quick shower after we had finally sent those pages off to the printer,…
Thanksgiving does two things for me each year: It causes me to re-evaluate my eating and exercise habits as I inevitably wake up at some point on the floor with a piece of pumpkin pie stuck to my chin, and I set about making a New Year's resolution that focuses on my propensity to, well, wak…
Stop me if you've heard this before: Tom Brady and the New England Patriots are heading to the Super Bowl.
There's a lot going on in the world today that just doesn't make a lot of sense to me.
Life is often about choices.
It doesn't really matter, does it?
It's been said that each year in a person's life is like a chapter in that individual's biography.
So, what exactly is the “Christmas spirit?”
I'm going to make your life a little better today.
Behold, the greatest game of all.
Well, happy Small Monkey Thursday. Or, Take Out the Trash Friday. Or, Squish Mud Between Your Toes Sunday. Or, whatever day you happen to be reading this article.
I've long thought that the two game-changers most responsible for propelling mankind to the top of the food chain are opposable thumbs and our ability to moan and complain about things that aren't nearly important enough to moan and complain about.
The BBC and Sky News reported last week that a Dutch “positivity trainer” launched a legal battle to lower his age a couple decades to boost his dating and job prospects.
I don't know what's going to happen.
Tuesday afternoon was difficult.
“The land of the free, and the home of the brave.”
Stop me if you've heard this before: Our nation is a little bit divided.
“I can't play with dinosaurs anymore, Daddy.”
“Write what you know.”
It's probably time to start paying attention to what's taking place near Dagsboro. In fact, it's probably past that time, because the freight train that is the Delaware Botanic Gardens at Pepper Creek is already rolling down the proverbial track. And it is only picking up steam now.
Shame is a heck of a tool.
Mirroring much of the rest of the nation, ours is a community divided. We are split on politics, gun control, the distribution of wealth, abortion, religion, the sanctity of Confederate statues, the legitimacy of modern labor unions, school safety, gender and race.
As the calendar flips toward the end of another summer season, and the scent of pumpkin spice and back-to-school supplies fill the air, a nation's sporting eye turns to football.
In respect to my horrendous skills at all things mathematics, let's just go ahead and round the number to 350.
So, this is not your typical summer shark story.
The Senior League Softball World Series.
Have you ever been in close proximity to two people having a conversation in a language with which you are unfamiliar, and felt like there's a good possibility that not only are you the subject of what they are discussing, but you're also not being talked about in a glowing manner?
“Get off my lawn, you miserable kids.”
It wouldn't be completely unfathomable to overhear a spouse suggest that he or she “carries” the other spouse in their marriage, right? I mean, from time to time, we all feel like we're the ones doing more than our fair share at work, in relationships, on teams, or, whatever.
Last week, Coastal Point journalists wrote stories about the upcoming holiday celebrations in the community, a profile about the newest member of the South Bethany Town Council and coverage of an Ocean View Planning & Zoning Commission meeting.
The Fourth of July appears to be a red-white-and-blue oasis in the midst of a vast desert landscape of division and vitriol.
There are few things that scream out “Americana” more than the classic lemonade stand. Except adults ruining things. That's pretty “Americana,” as well.
“Delaware Finally Comes Up With A Reason To Visit It.”
The National Hockey League welcomed the fledgling Washington Capitals into their family in the 1974-75 season. The team was placed in the Norris Division, as part of the Wales Conference, and my father took me to the old Capital Center for several games that inaugural season.
Well, here we are.
There are a few questions each year I tend to ask whoever happens to be near me whenever the thoughts dawn on me:
As an amateur history buff, I often find myself wondering how people in future generations will look back at this current mark on history's timeline.
Part of me thinks I live in a haunted house.
