Opinion

A letter writer this week floated the idea that this newspaper sponsor a contest for the best business district holiday decorations next December.

Much of what ails the world today is a result of Western governments arbitrarily dividing foreign lands that they have colonized or occupied with no consideration of national sovereignty or demographics.

I tend to refer to cocktails of various kinds, but that’s not so much because I’m a drinker, as that I like the idea of a well-stocked bar cart of shiny bottles.

Among all of the fund-raisers that go on here, not one makes so much money in so little time as the Jan. 1 “polar” plunges.

Aside from world peace, what else am I wishing in vain for in the new year, immortality apparently being out of the question? I’m just hoping to stay connected.

My grandmother was born in the house that makes up the core of town offices on Pantigo Road. With a new supervisor taking the corner office there, it seemed a good time to offer up a bit of its history.

Anyone seeking an antidote to pervasive fear may find it in focusing on the good that might be coming our way right now — that way we can receive it, spread it around, and give it life.

I’m not a Christian, exactly, but I do believe in the winter solstice celebration of lights. The older I get, the closer I feel to ancestral rituals involving trees and bonfires.

The language-learning app Babbel this month released its annual list of the most-mispronounced words of 2023.

Vermont’s aging population is pleading for help up there, and people who want to work in this country are being beaten back at the Rio Grande. Go figure.

American men start to pick up books on Rome or dial in the History Channel for its endless depictions of gladiators and battle strategy almost the minute they turn 50.

Another lame-ass winter brings thoughts of cabin life up north. Way up north.