IF YOU grew up out on the rural route in the long ago when you got The Anniston Star a day late (by mail) and read it by a coal oil lamp, you know I’ve just reached into the past for a bit of plagiarism which, if you live by the word (such as journalism) and use someone else’s words as your own, well, it’s a cardinal sin.
Listening to Sandra Triplett send the old hymn soaring into the rafters at Blue Mountain Baptist Church, a thought kept running through my mind:
IT’S THURSDAY morning and I am into my morning ablutions, getting ready to meet the day when I run into a couple of major problems.
With a scattering of homes in an always quiet time, I suppose you could say this is the unofficial home of Shinbone Valley, a lovely stretch of Alabama backed up against Mt. Cheaha, a place named for an Indian chief and a place of legend, of folklore if you prefer.
IN THE 20 years I spent as a sports writer for this newspaper, one of my favorite places was Auburn, The Loveliest Village on The Plains. Knowing and visiting with Auburn’s football coach, the late Ralph “Shug” Jordan, is one of my forever soft memories.
I’m kind of sorry you asked ‘cause truth is I really don’t have a list of things I will NOT do in the New Year. It’s not that I didn’t try to think of a few, it’s just that in looking back I can’t think of any one thing I’d change from 2016.
IF YOU passed by Edwardsville Baptist Church in Cleburne County on Sunday afternoon and wondered about all the cars in the parking lot, you would have been welcome to stop and say hello to the Rev. Doug Prestridge and give his wife of 40-plus years, Cleo, a hug.
Barry Robertson is our license commissioner. Karen Roper is our revenue commissioner. I know Barry a bit and like him. I’ve met Karen. I like her, too. I voted for both.