Point of No Return
Like many Americans recently, my heart has been torn a bit over recent events. You find yourself eventually getting to a point of frustration, anger, resentment, sadness and despair, all wrapped up in one fleshy ball of humanity. Where do we turn? Who do we look to for help? Are there any options?
There’s always something about the Halloween season that has appealed to me.
With a firm grip on my bowl of ice cream, and my other hand deftly navigating my television with my trusted remote control, I found myself stopping my channel-surfing a few nights ago to catch a commercial for a new movie centered on race cars.
It all really started last Thursday night ...
I get some slightly odd addictions from time to time.
I love the English language.
Years ago, when my head was a little more full of hair and my belly a little less full of belly, I was a police reporter. We called it the “cops and courts” beat, and one of the most rewarding parts of the job was following a case from the time the police were looking for a suspect all the way through to a conviction or acquital.
When February rolls around this winter, and the coats are getting heavier and the days a little shorter, our little beach paper will be celebrating its 10th birthday.
We are a nation that is consistently looking around corners with craned necks to see where the next potential danger might lurk.
Those of you unfortunate enough to know me very well understand that I have a few, let’s say, “quirks.”
There are times when I openly weep for this big rock we live on called Earth.
So, I’ve been spending a lot of time with myself over the last month with this broken foot tying me to my couch.
There’s something extraordinary about sitting outside on a sunny day with a hot dog in hand while the crack of a bat hitting a baseball or softball fills the air.
We all have things that scare us, right?
I love summer.
Once again, a concerned group of Ocean View residents took their complaints with the town to the Town Council this week. We have seen this show before — ranging from complaints about the police chief to complaints that the chief is not getting enough respect, and from concerns about flooded streets to questions regarding purchases made by town officials.
There have been moments in my life when I have been accused of talking a bit ... vociferously.
There is no doubt we live in turbulent times.
It would seem that my hard drive is in need of an upgrade. Or, at the very least, someone to get in there and clean it up to get me more memory.
And ... they’re off!
There are several things that inspire me again and again in this community.
There are things in life I’ve always been able to count on, no matter what might have been happening in the world.
When news leaked earlier this week that NBA player Jason Collins had “come out of the closet” in a Sports Illustrated article, talking heads across these fruited plains nearly exploded.
The Ocean View Town Council held its reorganizational meeting on Tuesday night, and swore in Geoff Christ and Bill Olsen as councilmen.
Christ will resume his council duties representing District 2 after running unopposed. He was also sworn in as the mayor pro tem of the town.
Once again, another shoulder season appears to have been skipped.
Who is the guy who voted for that team?
I’m fascinated by polls.
It hasn’t been an easy couple years on the national stage for the state of Delaware.
Ah, spring. This is the season that can tantalize one’s senses more than any other.