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.
We are like the Waffle House — we’re open 24/7. When people don’t know who else to call, they call the police.
Storms fascinate me. When we lived in Russellville, Arkansas, I often sat on our front porch and watched thunderstorms come across Mount Nebo, several miles in the distance