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Today's Opinions

  • Looking for heroes? You don’t have to look long or far

    The scenes last week were incredible, weren’t they? You could see both overwhelming beauty and bedeviling frustration in one quick glance.

    Mother Nature painted our canvas with brush strokes of divine precision, a pure white base topped with a sheen of silvery ice followed by an icing of more snow to create a crunchy and even inviting layer cake on our lawns and meadows.

    Our trees were a winter wonderland, with gleaming tinsel and long and sophisticated boughs of ice dangling every which way.

  • Snow days used to be some of the good old days

    When did snow days change from magical gifts from Mother Nature to pains in our eternal backsides?

    I think it was somewhere between youth and adulthood, to be sure, but when exactly did that change occur?

    I’ve been away a long time, you know, and though we had hurricane days in Florida, those didn’t have the same charm that snow days brought.

    I mean, kids stayed home from school, but they also spent the time removing tree limbs, living without power and maybe cleaning up a flooded mess. Or worse. It wasn’t fun at all.

  • What we think: Mail missed routes during storm

    “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

    You probably know these words and believe them to be the official Postal Creed, the motto of the United States Post Office.

    They are not that.

    The USPS has no official motto, though this sentence, whose origins are attributed to Persian history, is inscribed in the post office in New York City.

    Still, it often is cited by citizens and embraced as a standard for their expectations.

  • How do you resolve the promise of New Year’s Day?

    Are you glad today is the final day of 2008?

    Will a new year really make a difference for you?

    Does today represent anything more than the last Wednesday of the calendar year?

    There’s no magic switch that will be thrown Thursday – well, unless you celebrate too much tonight and need deep silence – and none of the challenges we have faced will vanish along with that page ripped from our desk calendar or clicked off our Outlook.

  • How do you resolve the promise of New Year’s Day?

    Are you glad today is the final day of 2008?

    Will a new year really make a difference for you?

    Does today represent anything more than the last Wednesday of the calendar year?

    There’s no magic switch that will be thrown Thursday – well, unless you celebrate too much tonight and need deep silence – and none of the challenges we have faced will vanish along with that page ripped from our desk calendar or clicked off our Outlook.

  • There’s no time like the first snow time

     So the big topic this weekend at our house was the forecast of snow. Chances are it might have been at yours, too, but our terms of endearment were probably quite different.

    Ours was a sort of breathless anticipation. We checked online to monitor the hour-by-hour updated forecast. We watched the skies and felt the chill.

    We were ready to awaken on Sunday morning and see the white stuff.

    “Does that mean we can go out and build a snowman tomorrow?” my son asked, his eyes bright and shining.

  • A prayer of Thanksgiving for you and your community

     

    I'm a big believer in giving thanks and having it mean something more than just one day a year. Shouldn't thanks-giving be a routine act, not just a day with a capitalized name?

    Still, we love to sit down with those we know and love to eat an incredible meal in celebration of an original American holiday, and it's a wonderful tradition that we embrace with gusto.

  • O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, wherefore art thou, Christmas Tree?

    Everyone wants the perfect Christmas tree, right? It's a rite of passage for most Americans that sometime around Thanksgiving - maybe even weeks before - you get a tree, put it up and stare at it for weeks of celebration.