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Today's Opinions

  • Tell me what you want

    Last fall our parent company sent a demographic survey pertaining to the reading preferences of Levy Countians based on subscriptions monitored by the U.S. Postal Service and amassed by an advertising agency for marketing purposes.

    It included a wide range of periodicals received via mail by Levy County readers based on statement of ownership documents that must be filed with the postal service annually.

    We were thankful to see that the Chiefland Citizen remains the most-read newspaper in the area surpassing other weeklies and three dailies.

  • Mojo–Don't mess with it

    Mojo. The dictionary defines it as a magical spell, but to loyal fans, mojo means much more.

    It is a religion to live by. It takes normal rational human beings and turns them into superstitious individuals.

    Mojo is knowing what jersey to wear to the game. It's knowing when to take it off when things aren't going quite right, only to expose the team shirt underneath. To change the shirt at halftime is to give mojo a kick in the pants.

  • Give me light

    I'm SAD. Not the morose, unhappy emotion that many people feel but SAD, as in Seasonal Affective Disorder.

    I have suffered from this problem for as long as I can remember, but it was only 10-12 years ago that I was able to put a name on the feelings, the very real feelings I endure for about six weeks out of every year.

    It's more than winter doldrums. It's more than just a case of melancholia, because even when I don't feel especially depressed, I have absolutely no energy to complete the most simple of everyday tasks.

  • Working better for you in 2008

    The staff of the Chiefland Citizen is committed to serving the people of Levy County and the surrounding area in the most professional, courteous manner possible.

    To strengthen that commitment, we offer some tips that will help you help us fulfill our promise in the year ahead,

    1) If you need coverage of an event, please give the editor at least a week's notice to verify reporter availability. Too often requests are made on too short notice and no one is available.

  • So this is what going nuts means

    I have almost 200 pounds of black walnuts, some riding shotgun in my car and some weighing down the trunk.

    Problem is, I don't know what to do with them.

    How I came to acquire so many was a bad communication gap.

    Sometime around Thanksgiving, Tom called to say he and future son-in-law Brett were raking leaves and had a difficult time because of all the %^$#! black walnuts.

    "Black walnuts!" I exclaimed. "I would love to have some for baking. Save me some and when I come up Christmas, I'll get them."

  • Happy New Year

    Happy New Year!

    Having eaten my fair share of hog jowls, rice, black-eyed peas and collard greens on Jan. 1, 2008, I sat back and pondered the near future.

    I wondered about the unfolding events in 2008. Will Tarmac America obtain a special exception to mine hundreds of millions of tons of limerock from the Gulf Hammock Area?

    Will Ameris Health Systems obtain funding to build Tri-County Hospital in Chiefland?

    Will State Attorney Bill Cervone prosecute alleged voter fraud cases in Levy County?

  • A chance to start over

    Every day that we are given the chance to wake up from our slumber and put our feet on the floor is another opportunity to start with a clean slate and start life anew.

    Unfortunately most of us tend to carry the burdens and travails of yesterday into our todays and that clouds our tomorrows.

    As 2008 sits on the horizon, it also marks the chance for new beginnings, new attitudes.

    What will you do with it?

    The first thing I challenge each of you to do is look back at 2007 and reflect on what was right with your life.

  • Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

    W e take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

    Dear Editor:

    I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

    Virginia O'Hanlon