Here it is, April 1 has come and gone and we've yet to strike at a snake. Sloth has overtaken us! But it's not all black. Spring has come upon us and—finally—the air is balmy and soft. There is ga...
My Two Scent Worth March 22 was officially designated “World Water Day.” by the World Centre for Water Management. That is the good news for the day, since just the bare announcement in the national press at least re...
My Two Scents Worth “I knew what I was doing, but what was I thinking?” That song title describes to a “T” my last week's column. That was when I got carried away telling You and That Other Reader about the new prin...
My Two Scents Worth LEAD PRESSMAN Billy Wood (at right) and I discuss the history of buying ink at Your TIMES, since consumption of ink is a good indication of a newspaper's growth. I was two years and seven months ...
My Two Scents Worth Got your garden spot plowed up? Agronomically speaking, it still may not be the right time, but one never knows. And, after the record-setting low temps and deep snow, the weather these days seems ...
My Two Scents Worth So, how cold was it? Wednesday and Thursday it was snowy and cold enough to make you want to trade in your Rolls-Royce for a Zamboni machine. From what I have read/seen/heard, records all across ...
My Two Scents Worth “Aquifer Storage and Recovery” (ASR). Have you ever heard of it? I haden't either, not until Chuck Sainer gave me a copy of the St. Johns River Water Management District's publication “StreamLines....
Friday, Jan. 28, was a very important date in the John E. Hawkins household. You bet! That day marked 70 years of wedded bliss for John and Marie and, like most folks who have achieved tranquility,...
Like Union Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman on his disastrous march through Georgia, newly-elected Republicans in the U.S. House of Representatives knew exactly what they had to do: Slash and burn! S...
The short, thin line of surviving graduates of the 1947 class of dear Ol' Quesenbury High just got shorter. C.B. Cassady died Jan. 1 of lung cancer. C.B. was not a member of the incoming “primary...
It may have been the excesses of the season, but something gave me a bad case of the splutts. It doesn't matter, though. Two bowls of steamin'-hot menudo and I was back in the pink. * * * ...
’Tis the time for Christmas giving, and never mind the origin of the gift. It's the thought that counts. This year, I borrowed from Arnold Hamilton and Frosty Troy's “Oklahoma Observer” for my Chr...
This one is for the birds. It now being mid-December, I figured it is time for a report on our feathered friends who inhabit our backyard. Particularly so since many have already left for winter's...