On Friday, a co-worker told me about a television news story she had seen that morning.
The blue lights flash; it’s time to pull the car over. You were speeding and you know it, but you’re a little frustrated because you were in a hurry.
Last week, we celebrated the anniversary of our country’s birth as the world’s greatest democracy. In another part of the world, a fledgling democracy may have come to an end.
Monroe is a diverse city whose residents come from several different cultures. The Hispanic community in particular is growing, and it has been challenging for the city, including the police department, to build relationships and communicate with them.
“I don’t want to talk to that damn Yankee.”
Shortly after I became General Manager of The Daily Journal in Rockingham, N.C. in 1989, a subscriber visiting the newspaper’s office expressed that sentiment when asked if he would like to speak with me about a change in the newspaper.
A number of years ago, a small copperhead crawled into the garage of our then neighbors, Ebie and Marilyn Vaughn, and slithered behind some boxes.