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Today's Opinions

  • Method to the madness

    While some businesses may never hear when their customers are upset, a community newspaper is different.

    After the many calls we’ve received wondering where the TV listings are, I know we’ve got some unhappy customers.

    The TV listings have been part of the Grant County News since 1992. As times changed, so did the look and information they contained. We’ve been happy to provide our readers with this service, but unfortunately we will no longer be able to include them inside our pages.

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  • Getting a real world education

    It’s funny when I look back on my time in high school because when it was over, I thought that things would never be the same.

    I had a world set up where I knew mostly everybody, could leave during free periods and was cruising through my senior year enjoying every moment.

    I had lived in Augusta for 13 years and knew every street and what I liked and loved about the city.

    But after I graduated high school, I knew that life was going to change, sooner rather than later.

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  • Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all

    I spent Mother’s Day in West Virginia with my mother, Reda Cochran Bailes, and her sisters, Erma and Velma. Or as my great nephew Ethan wrote, when he was 7-years old, in his essay, “We have a big dinner on Mother’s Day, and the ‘Ants’ come.”

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  • Full moon rising

    I should have known something was amiss because everything seemed out of whack on Monday and by Monday night, I knew why.

    There in the sky – shining bright and round was a full moon and a full moon means people act strange.

    It’s during a full moon that we often get strange phone calls at the News office, asking us about strange things in the community.

    During a full moon, the phones will ring incessantly and the News office becomes a revolving door of visitors.

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  • I used to be in decent enough shape.

    I mean, I’ve never had what anyone would confuse as muscular arms.

    The only six-pack that could be used to describe me is the liters of Mountain Dew I used to drink in high school.

    But, I was an active kid whose legs were deceptively strong from playing soccer constantly and I could run around all day without tiring.

    My how things have changed.

    My eating habits are about the same, if not a tad worse, but the difference is my body can’t work off the calories in my new couch potato exercise routine.

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  • The most beautiful place on Earth

    I am not good at golf.

    Wait, not good doesn’t do my skills justice. I’m terrible.

    I’ve only gotten out and played a couple times, but despite my skills, I love the game.

    I can go out and stink it up for 18 holes, but there is always that one shot or one putt that is perfect and makes me fall in love with the game and makes me want to come back.

    It’s the game that is so frustrating, but so relaxing.

    But it took me a while to get to this place.

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  • What you believe is what you believe

    I suppose that 99.9 percent of us can be considered to have racist tendencies whether we recognize them in ourselves or whether we don’t. That .01 percent that doesn’t have such tendencies is probably you.

    I have never walked in the shoes of a hardcore racist, though I could have easily been influenced by my parents who were influenced by their parents in a world considerably different from our world today.

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  • Texting without thinking

    I don’t know if I’m just noticing things as I get older or what, but it seems that lately I’m noticing some stupid people out and about.

    Don’t get me wrong we’ve all done stupid things at one point in our lives. Some of them probably more stupid or worse than others, but I’m noticing a trend lately and it’s got me worried.

    The other morning as I was sitting at the entrance of Hogan’s Mill preparing to turn right onto the Dry Ridge Bypass, I observed a man, driving a maroon Chevrolet, drive past.

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