The second-most requested editorial subject from my readers this month, behind the city’s aquatic center boondoggle, was the state of the Forrest City School District and the quality of its leadership. This is a loaded topic, one that I have managed to avoid for my nearly two-year tenure at the Times-Herald. And it’s a topic that could take two years to fully anatomize. The state of the district is the accumulation of not just the current administration, but those that predate my time as a student there. And believe it or not, it was this very topic that led to the demise of the Forrest City High School newspaper, The … Continued
I used to look forward to Thanksgiving for a reason not many people have. While I worked at the Times-Herald, we didn’t publish on that holiday, and since my column came out on Thursday, I was off the hook for that week.
Last week, I asked what you, my readers, what you wanted to read in these last few editorials before I depart. And those of you who responded, to no real surprise, wanted to read more about the city’s swimming pool boondoggle.
So there I was, looking at myself – really looking at myself – for the first time in a while. I couldn’t joke it away by saying, “Who’s that old fat guy?” It was me, looking back out at myself from a mirror.
Tragedy has the power to turn one’s world upside down in a very short amount of time. With something as simple as a phone call, lives can be changed forever. And no one is immune to it.
It was right after Halloween. I was half-watching a TV show, when I heard someone announce that Halloween marks the beginning of the Eating Season.
Last Saturday, the Arkansas Razorback football team shocked the state when they came from behind 31 to 7 to beat the Ole Miss Rebels – or Land Sharks, whichever – to win a late-game thriller. It was the largest come-from-behind win in at least this century.
This happens twice every year, and twice every year I rail against it. But the Time Cops keep winning. I’m speaking, of course, of the upcoming time change.
Halloween is just around the corner. But there’s something afoot I find much scarier than the little ghouls and goblins running around Tuesday night or the ghost stories told in the dark this weekend. What makes me shudder, even in the light of day, is the deteriorating state of our political culture.
This is my last column before Halloween, and I suppose I do have a bit of good news: Seems my bum knee is coming around sufficiently to allow me to hand out candy on the big night.