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  • The great dodgeball shootout

    There was a gathering last Friday night at the St. Dominic “Tween Night” dodgeball shootout.

    It was one of those epic sport moments like when Secretariat won the Triple Crown or the Ali vs. Frazier prize fight or maybe the 1980 Olympic USA hockey team beating the Soviet juggernaut.

    The sixth-graders of St. D had dropped the gauntlet against their parents for a game of dodgeball.

    When I heard the challenge go forth, I pitied the fools.

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  • Re-gaining a little respect

    When did journalists start losing the respect of the public?

    Not that the job is about—nor should it be about—gaining that respect, but it seems to me that it was only a short time ago that being a journalist meant something positive.

    After all, Superman, the most incorruptible superhero of all time, was a journalist.

    The public saw them as great professionals uncovering what certain officials would try to hide. They were seen as helping the common man peer into a realm that they would otherwise never see.
    But now?

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  • An underrated upgrade

    It’s no secret that Washington County is undergoing some major changes right now.

    New facilities are on the way that are going to provide resources and opportunities for local residents. Not to mention there’s going to be more reason than ever for visitors to spend time here.

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  • The prayer of Ruby Bridges

    It’s too bad we don’t know the person’s name who said it, for there is much truth in the statement: “What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.”

    Michael Dunn claimed fear was the reason he shot to death the young black man, Jordan Davis at a Jacksonville, Fla., gas station in an argument over loud music. Did Davis point a gun at Dunn, as he alleged? No gun was ever found.

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  • V for Valor: Clyde Ray Logsdon

    Last week I was glancing through The Sun and noticed an obituary on Mr. Clyde Logsdon. He passed away at the age of 93. I only met Mr. Logsdon once when I was kid over 40 years ago. If I remember correctly, he wasn’t a very tall man but for some reason his demeanor and presence stuck out in my mind when others didn’t. He just seemed a manly sort of man.

    The obituary made a small comment on his military service. But what little it said was a mouthful if you know history.

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  • This one’s on us

    One thing I’ve come to realize about Washington County is that the people here love to give back.

    Regardless of the event and what local organization is behind it or what person is in need, the people of this community pride themselves on being able to lend each other a hand any time they can.

    From the theater to the athletic fields to charitable organizations and government entities, you can count on any number of local folks to pitch in wherever they can.

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  • Reaching across the table

    With his gray hair, radiant smile, erect posture, suit coat and dress tie, he could have passed as an emissary sent by an official to deliver an important message.  I guessed he had something to say to me, something urgent it seemed. After briefly introducing himself, he quickly got to the point.

    “You know what you are?”

    I had a feeling I was about to find out.

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  • Thoughts on advice, growing up

    “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”
    Mark Twain

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  • iProblem

    As I sat in McDonald’s last week, in one of the seemingly rare moments I have that’s not in full-on rush mode, I noticed an old couple eating lunch—with what was presumably their grandson—at the next table down from me.

    The kid was maybe eight or nine years old, undoubtedly off from yet another day of school.

    This is where I would normally describe him in greater detail, but the only way I would have been of any help in that department was if he had committed a crime and was in a lineup.

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  • Make it stop!

    OK, I’ll say it. I’m sick of this weather!

    Outlandish claim, I know. I’m sure I’m only the two-dozenth person you’ve heard declare that since the arrival of the new year, but come on, there seems to be no end to this winter.

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