I have just finished reading the article in Tuesday's Dispatch concerning Initiative 42 (Slimantics: Just in time for Halloween: The scary story of the "single liberal judge").
More than 20 years ago, German chemical company BASF created a slogan that still ranks among the most effective in advertising history: "At BASF, we don't make a lot of the products you buy; We make a lot of the products you buy better."
Who "won" the Democratic debate? The Democratic Party won.
When Tom Velek announced he was stepping down as director of coaching for soccer in Columbus and as director of competitive soccer for Columbus United, the competitive soccer club of the Columbus-Lowndes Recreation Authority, last week, there was no disputing that he leaves a void that will be a challenge to fill.
Barrels of ink and galaxies of pixels have been sacrificed to solving the mystery of the spectacular rise of Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump.
It is almost comical the lengths our state's career politicians are going to in a frenzied effort to defeat Initiative 42, a November ballot measure that requires the state to adequately fund K-12 public education by holding the Legislature accountable to the judicial system.
The honor of it all aside, Rep. Paul Ryan would do well to decline the speakership of the House. For it is a poisoned chalice that is being offered to him.
I don't often answer the telephone, but that day I did. Probably most people don't even have a landline anymore.
The "Third Place" is a phrase used by professionals studying the process of community building.
I have been enjoying taking photographs at the butterfly garden on the Columbus Riverwalk. While the main attractions are the butterflies, hummingbirds and the beauty of the flowers, there is another story within the garden.
"Oh the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all." Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go! Thanks to a soccer-playing granddaughter I have a new Tuesday/Thursday afternoon ritual.
I devoured the recent biography "Man in Profile: Joseph Mitchell of The New Yorker," hoping to find secrets about writing. Nobody wrote nonfiction better than Joe Mitchell, who for decades enthralled readers with his profiles of barkeepers, carnival freaks, fishmongers, homeless intellectuals and other noncelebrities.
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