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Today's Opinions

  • 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

  • Reflections on Christmas wishes

    I wish I had money to buy gifts for all the people who touch my life in the course of a year.

    But if I did, you would be calling me Oprah instead of Carolyn, because those people are legion.

    Each year I write a Christmas letter to the family and friends I communicate with less than I should and this year as I thought of a summation, I knew what it had to be:

    "Except for a few minor things, I am very, very happy."

    And when I think about those minor things that trouble me, I realize how blessed I am.

  • The days of infamy will be remembered

    Tomorrow is Dec. 7. Exactly 66 years ago today the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and Franklin Delano Roosevelt declared this date as "a day that will live in infamy."

    On this date, 66 years ago the United States, shocked and angered by this unprovoked attack, entered into a war to defend our people, our nation and our freedom.

    Men and women across this great land rose to the call and answered this atrocity with defiance and a determination that we Americans would not be beaten.

  • Lack of time won't defeat me

    It's no secret . . . I love Christmas. From crowded stores to decorations to kitchens redolent with the aromas of cinnamon and vanilla, it's all good to me.

    Every year since I can remember, I've always vowed to get an earlier start, plan better, stretch out the chores and actually enjoy the holiday I love so much.

    It's only a few days into December and I can already tell I am going to fail miserably at my goals.

  • Hay and Ink

    Hay and Ink

    When I arrive home from the newspaper office, my wife Sharon occasionally tells me that I smell like ink.

    This is not a bad thing. It's just a fact resulting from my close proximity to the giant press that cranks out tens of thousands of newspapers each week. About five thousand of those weekly newspapers are copies of the Chiefland Citizen.

    The fragrance of ink permeates the building where I work and it follows me home every now and then. This odor serves as a reminder from being part of the local press corps.

  • Cervone needs to make a decision

    Will he or won't he? That's the buzz around Chiefland, as Eighth Judicial Circuit State Attorney Bill Cervone continues weighing evidence of alleged voter fraud cases brought to light in August after the city election.

    On Sept. 27, the Florida Department of Law Enforcement handed Cervone the evidence it collected after a five-week investigation.

    Two months later, the attorney is still sitting on his hands. He is drawing out a process that has left lives in chaos and seems in no hurry to bring the issue to a conclusion once and for all.

  • Where have all the traditions gone?

    It's becoming more apparent that soon I will be the last hold-out for sentimentality and tradition.

    Starting with Thanksgiving dinner.

    Dressing, to go with the turkey, is a necessity–whether you like it or not.

    Ditto the pumpkin pie.

    I had neither last week.

    I was part of a group of people who decided a potluck dinner was the easiest solution.

    Neither dressing nor pie was my responsibility.

    I wish it had been.

    It didn't feel like Thanksgiving without the two things that evoke childhood memories and make me all warm and fuzzy inside.

  • There's truth in the old hymns

    I like to shower. I enjoy clean clothes. I have to have my coffee in the morning–and night–lots of it.

    But those things take water. Daily.

    And for months now I have sympathized with my North Georgia friends who are suffering through the worst drought in 100 years.

    Lakes Hartwell and Lanier are mud puddles. Docks are useless and more importantly good potable water is a rare commodity for tens of thousands of people.