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America's latest peaceful exchange of power - so commonplace it triggers our yawn reflex, so extraordinary that it is the envy of the world - has assumed its place in history, producing public mistiness only in the new Speaker of the House.
Five days into the new year is more than sufficient time to have dashed to irrelevance even the most well-considered resolutions. Easy, there. Medical experts say it's something to do with brain chemistry, which is harder to reprogram than a Commodore VIC-20.
For the substantial minority of your neighbors still worrying about the implications of new state constitutional amendments on the coming wrangling over reapportionment, a certain reassurance can be obtained from this fact:
Among the many beauties of Christmas as celebrated in America - its absurdly persnickety PC pitfalls notwithstanding - is the sturdy endurance of traditions.
In the two-millennium course that covers the historical arc of Christianity (so far), missionary work frequently has been carried out by unlikely partnerships - beginning with simple fishermen and a certain reviled tax collector.
The heir apparent, who is a kind and generous soul, came home with some variety of intestinal bug the other day and dutifully shared it with dear ol' Dad. Such experiences tend to be as inconvenient as they are unpleasant, and that was the case with this one.
It is tempting, given the persistently bleak employment statistics, to lay at least some of the blame at the tennis shoes of Tony Harris. Make that the dusty, sap-stained, needle-wearing tennis shoes of Tony Harris.
Saturday is the 26th-annual Country Christmas Stroll in Dade City.
The young fellow surrounded by suits at the long mahogany table could be anybody. Nothing about his appearance - from his gray mock turtleneck pullover and black knit-blend pants to his close-cropped hair and goatee - suggests significance or notoriety.
Decamped in a shady breezeway that seemed excessively determined to earn its designation, Garland Forbes was at his sunny best, which you would expect of an optimistic fellow in full pursuit of his passion.
A singular tree, distinctive in color and shape, presides over the western terminus of a grassy pocket park where Coconut Palm Lane meets Wesley Grove Boulevard.
At 11 and in his first year of middle school, the heir apparent seems more than slightly along the bridge that links little boys to young men.
On this quiet Sunday wedged between the exhausting excesses of Black Friday and the prospects for a hyperkinetic Cyber Monday, we pause. To catch our breath, no doubt. To scrape together one last round of leftovers, perhaps. (Who was it who claimed you could stretch cranberry relish with a sprinklin
To the extent that the campaign of Henry Wilson Jr. had a subplot - first and foremost, he challenged incumbent County Commissioner Michael Cox as "the underfunded candidate" - it was his commitment to being "the voice of the people."
Not unexpectedly, the annual confluence of holiday seasons is much in evidence in and around the county seat.
As an unabashed fan of Disney theme parks (as well as - by way of full disclosure - an extremely minor shareholder in their parent company), my default position is to support enthusiastically townships small, medium and otherwise eager to recast their tired and haphazard municipal centers in the ide
How the team suspension of (presumed) former Land O' Lakes High quarterback Stephen Weatherford will play out is anybody's guess. Perhaps, like Ruby Keeler in the timeless Broadway classic "42nd Street," understudy Ryan Bird will take the postseason field tonight a nobody, and come back a star.
There is campaigning. And there is, for the victors, reality.
BY TOM JACKSON
Among the lessons oozing, like warm syrup, over the stack of flapjacks that was the results of the Election Day just past, is this delicious caution for political parties celebrating super-majority status:Nothing is permanent. Voters put you in power; voters can take you out.
So, just in time for the return of bell-ringing season, the benevolent brains at the Salvation Army have decided to put an end to their Jim Norman problem.
While the dismal winter of 2007 introduced America to a numbing nor'easter personified - the refrigerated Nancy Pelosi wielding a big ol' gavel - the emergence of a human warm weather system went almost unnoticed.
I am sure he has his reasons, and that they have been well-considered. But at first (and second, and perhaps beyond) blush, it's hard to take Sheriff Bob White's latest complaint about county commissioners seriously.
There is something about a mid-autumn festival spreading out on the parkland between the Land O' Lakes Community Center and School Road. It just feels, well, right.
For all the hoopla surrounding the marathon campaign season that finally hit the tape Tuesday night, the reasons that inspired bystanders to become voters seemed as individual as the voters themselves.
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