Junior E. Lee on current events

You deserve the best and the best I can offer you today is Junior E.Lee. As longtime readers know, and those who are recent to this column will soon learn, Junior is one of a kind.

Sad happenings in a small town

Hemingway, South Carolina, is a tiny town of less than 500 people.There, one of my favorite people was born, calling Hemingway her hometown until college beckoned, followed by the state capitol and other glorious adventures.The joyous Mary Eaddy has the merriest of laughs.“Oh, honey,” she’ll drawl.

Discussing Okefenokee drag-mining proposal

RAP! RAP! RAP!“This meeting of the Okefenokee Creatures Association will come to order. I am your chairperson, Pogo the Possum.Please stand, crawl, hop, or slither as you are able and recite the OCA pledge: ‘I pledge allegiance to the Okefenokee Swamp and the peat upon which it stands.

It’s time for 2025

Know this up front: This story won’t make me look like a saint but God knows I’m not anyway so I might as well laid the truth on the table.

Memories of mistletoe and more

It’s the Christmases of my childhood that I remember always and cherish most. They were simple and humble with no fancy frills or garland.In the windows of the stores downtown, I often stood, longingly, dreaming of a Christmas tree with expensive decorations and huge bows made of red velvet ribbon.

I wish I had been in Bethlehem

These words are dedicated to the memory of my friend, the late Otis Brumby Jr., publisher of The Marietta Daily Journal. He encouraged me to run this column each Christmas season. It is also dedicated to those who believe.— I wish I had been there.In Bethlehem.

Word of the year leads to ‘brain rot’

May I have a word with you, please? Actually, two words. Brain rot. You just never know what kind of surprise awaits you when you check out this space, do you? I have a feeling brain rot wasn’t on your radar.

The flag

When my husband makes up his mind that he wants something, he is like young Ralphie in A Christmas Story. He does not give up. Remember when Ralphie wanted the Red Rider BB gun?He had all kinds of tricks up his sleeve to get what he wanted. And, just like Ralphie, Tink’s relentless.

A gross deviation from common sense

It seems as though my mother was a criminal and I am just now finding out.All this time, I thought she was a conscientious parent who was active in the PTA, fixed my school lunch, washed and ironed my clothes, and made sure I went to church. Little did I know.

The good publisher

In today’s newspaper world, one person is doing the work of two or three.They sleep less, drink a lot of coffee and rarely have time to fellowship with co-workers.