Columns

It’s really hard to believe that I have been at the Democrat for just over a week. It feels much, much longer.
Part of it might be because I jumped into my role immediately, already having written five stories (plus this column). And part of it is probably the whirlwind of having met so many people. Mainly, though, I think it’s because from the moment I walked in the door, I felt at home, like it’s where I’m meant to be right now.

Once again, after going through my column ideas folder of scribbled notes on church bulletins, saved emails and starts of columns I haven’t finished, I’m turning these random bits of miscellany into today’s column.
I hope some of these thoughts will be helpful to someone reading this.
•“How could a thorn ever be grace?” That’s from a song, “Strong,” that I heard at a church recently. Thorns hurt, and I was hurting that day.

I would like to take this opportunity to answer some excellent questions posed by readers like you. Many of the questions concern the manner in which jurors are selected. 

At first glance, the bee swarm that had taken temporary residence on the roof adjacent to the Rohs Opera House didn’t appear to be all that large. But, of course, size is all a matter of perspective and mine was from a distance of about 10 feet inside the top floor of the local theater and movie house.
It was Angel Turnberg who had the up close and personal point of view of the swarm.