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Opinion

  • When I sent out the call for celebrity sightings, someone asked what I was looking for.

    My response: I'm not sure, but we'll see what defines celebrity to people.

    I was right.

    Most of the names you submitted I was aware of. Some were a little more obscure and I had to do my own Internet research to educate myself on names like Brenda Fraizer and Anthony Green.

  • It wasn't until the nurse practioner pointed it out last week that it dawned on me.

    I've become Phyllis Vining.

    I worked with Phyllis a very brief time around 1995. She was hired to sell ads at the paper I worked for and from the time she walked in the door, I knew she was different.

    I thought she was elderly back then-now I realize she was probably mid-50s but in her mind Phyllis was no more than 25-only the lines around her eyes gave away her secret.

  • My name is Jeff and I am a television addict." I can picture my first visit to the televisionaholics anonymous meeting. Well, I am not quite so bad that I must join TA. Of course, all of us "aholics" say we are not so addicted to those things to which we are addicted.

    We can all give up "x," or "y" or "z" any time we want.

    For instance, I might say, "Just let me watch The Simpsons, Family Guy and King of the Hill and I'll let American Dad go by the wayside this week, just to prove how I can handle this habit."

  • My car suffers from a bad case of dutch elm disease. Or oak blight.

    I guess whatever ailment it has comes from parking under the trees at my house.

    Being vertically challenged, I don't see the roof of the car.

    Perhaps that's why I didn't know the car was ailing from some alien rash.

    Sunday afternoon brought it all home.

    I washed-yes, hand-washed-my car. That in itself is an accomplishment.

    I am not a car washer.

    It's a bone of contention between Tom and me.

  • No Fair

    Life is not fair.

    Saturday at about 7:30 a.m., my wife Sharon and I left to go to the Florida State Fair in Tampa.

    I had plans to take photos of award-winning cattle and to have lots of fun.

    I drove our Jeep on Alt. 27 to catch I-75 at Ocala, but it was very foggy.

    I decided to go down U.S. Highway 19 instead, because the traffic would be slower and lighter than on the Interstate.

    Shortly after going through Chiefland on 19, we smelled smoke.

  • Saturday night the people of Levy County showed how seriously they take the mission of granting a proper education to the children of our communities.

    Despite a waning economy, folks who believe that a successful society is based on a well-educated population donated more than $22,000 to the Levy County Schools Foundation.

    Saturday night the fruits of their labors were celebrated with the Eighth Annual Superintendent's Gala.

  • Teams that win a lot – a whole lot – usually draw animosity.

    Seems folks just plain get sick and tired of watching the same teams win time and again.

    Look at the New York Yankees. Many like to point at George Steinbrenner with disgust as he tries to buy another World Series.

    People even got fed up with Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls– dynasty in the '90s. Jordan shuffled off to play baseball before coming back to the NBA with the Bullets.

    Which brings us to the New England Patriots.

  • I keep my politics to myself. I've been voting since I was 18 and have missed only one election during that time. In the course of all those elections, city, state and federal, I have not discussed my vote with anyone.

    Years ago when the state of Georgia was pondering a lottery with proceeds aimed at education, my then-husband and I were at odds on how to vote. We discussed the pros and cons right up until the Tuesday we voted.

  • Three weeks ago readers were asked to let this newspaper know how it can best serve you in the year ahead.

    Specifically the editorial board was looking at the types of information and stories you want to see that will cause you to invest in a subscription or drop 50 cents every week into a coin box.

  • At dinner Monday night, friends and I discussed the passion so many of our other friends have for a myriad of topics.

    For one it's water quality; another hunting; someone else history and still another, football.

    "What are you passionate about?" I was asked.

    There was no answer.

    At one time in my life, I was passionate about my children, but as they grew and needed me less, my passion waned.

    Once my work was a passion, but during 20 years in journalism I have developed a cynicism that caused that passion to ebb.

  • 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. 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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!

    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?

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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.