I am most sure you all have a good many friends. We all have friends that live down the street, across town and yes, some that have moved. When my friends from the "big" cities come home and ask, "How do you stay here?" I just have to say, "Well, my roots run deep, deep as the tree roots down College Street." I guess I do admire those that have pulled up and moved on to bigger places and I often wonder at the sights they must see and the things they must be doing. However, I am a Columbus girl for some 60 years and in a week, 61 years, so I guess I will just stay and enjoy my old familiar ways.
Trying to get information from a government agency can feel like being stuck in a maze that doesn't have an exit. First, there's the struggle to get someone to answer the phone. Even if the agency is supposed to be open, your call may strangely go unanswered.
Last week a photographer emailed me a picture he'd taken of the folk artist L.V. Hull of Kosciusko.
Tyrold Weston is about business. After more than 18 years of military service, including stints in the Navy and Army and tours in South Korea, Haiti, and Iraq, Tyrold retired from the military and moved home to start his first business: G.I. Hot Wings.
At 2 a.m. the cats are perched on the backyard grass like proud lions waiting to be photographed. When the dew begins to form, they will drift over to the pine mulch of the flower beds and lie on their backs among the black-eyed Susans.
If you watch politics closely and study the candidates with care, you walk through the entrance to the polling station with eagerness to cast your vote. Yet, even before marking the first ballot, a voter confronts the head-scratching dilemma of deciding which primary ballot to pick up. There are two tables, but you can only go to one.
You are expected to have a phone on your person at all times; if not a phone, then you should have an answering machine or caller ID. If you miss a call, people get mad. If you don't call them back, they get mad. Sometimes you're not home; you're working, in the garden, in the bathroom, simply not available.
I read in Wednesday's Dispatch the Postal Service was considering closing the downtown Columbus post office. Beside the practical inconvenience, such a move would vacate a building on the National Register of Historic Places and end a 191-year stretch for the Main Street staple.
For the past two months a lot of people have spent a lot of time, energy and money trying to convince you to give them a four-year job. On Tuesday, they'll find out how convincing they've been.
Speculation has been rife in recent weeks over what manner of tax increase will be required for the city schools' budget. The lack of information coming from the district's central office has fueled a growing sense of unease.
The recent phone hacking scandal in the U.K. has so far resulted in multiple resignations, arrests and the closure of a 168-year-old newspaper.
The recent controversy about police chief St. John has awaken the ghosts of April Fool's Day 2010. On that day, Mayor Smith and Councilman Karriem got into a physical altercation at city hall. Chief St. John is presently accused of missing an administrative hearing because he had been allegedly drinking.
If Columbus Police Chief Joe St. John was struggling with any self-esteem issues, they were vanquished Tuesday evening at the city's Municipal Complex.
If elections for mayor were held today and Police Chief Joe St. John was a candidate, I wouldn't want to be in the race. The crazy upshot of the chief's latest misstep seems to be a spike in his popularity.
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