Opinion Archive

I have great neighbors. What makes my neighbors so great?

Well, for one, mine are willing to take the time to talk. A book I read on building community within a church congregation noted how the garage door is closer to the street than is the front door.

Until relatively recently, traveling any distance was an arduous and difficult process. The problems compounded if there was a large baggage load.

Initially, there were two obvious options for coastal residents. A cart or wagon pulled, hopefully by a beast of burden, as the first choice and a boat or ship as the second option.

The ongoing business of Santa Rosa County continues to engage, infuriate and inspire residents, sometimes all at the same time.

In a move that maddens some and pleases others, commissioners agreed last week to put a time limit on their meetings, which means putting a time limit on public forum.

I have a pet peeve. I get rankled when I see in print “apostrophe-s” to indicate possession in nouns ending in “s.”

Allow me to illustrate: writing “Jesus’s disciples,” as opposed to “Jesus’ disciples.” The former requires an awkward pronunciation, something like “Jesusses.”

As Navarre running back coach and head track coach Tony Carter always says, you have to expect greatness.

And that was the expectation I took into the Florida Press Association’s awards luncheon two weeks ago in Sarasota.

Blue is a color which usually has negative or depressing connotations and implications. For example, people feeling depressed or out-of-sorts, are said to have the blues.

Blues singers always have a sad song about love lost or some other gloomy situation beyond the control of the person suffering through the unhappiness and indignities.

You might have heard a Christian say, “God will never give us more than we can handle.”

I was visiting a Christian friend in the hospital who had terminal cancer. He had been through much and much more lay ahead of him, yet he was remarkably upbeat.