Columns

Some are born to greatness. Some rise to greatness. And some just want to get their dog out of the swimming pool.

By now, you're getting a bit panicky. When you put last year's Christmas "away," where did you put the list with all the names of friends who get cards or gifts or coffee cakes? And what about the red and gold banners you stick on the pasture gate and the cemetery fence with green duct tape (which gives you a fit when you try to remove it come summer)? At least you remember where the rolls of red plastic ribbon are that turn the porch's white pillars into candy cane look-alikes when it is spiraled around them.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy and girl who loved sitting on their mama's lap and reading picture books.

Ohio State's Normand St-Pierre hits the nail on the head with an observation in this week's Dairy Excel column: "The environmental freight train has left the station.

Surprised by a large animal trotting rapidly in front of my van when I turned in our driveway, I slowed to get a good look.

American humorist Will Rogers once cracked that Americans are the only people in the world to drive themselves to the poor house.

I've long said that I'll be darned if my children are going to go running off spending good

I find it amazing, time and time again, how much the world is turning back around to the way it used to be long, long ago.

While you're recovering from Thanksgiving feasts and looking ahead to another month of holiday gorging, chew on these numbers: 702 million pounds The amount of sweet potatoes grown in 2006 in North Carolina, the nation's largest producer.

It seems a shame to begin thinking of Christmas before Thanksgiving has come and gone, but that is just what I've done for more years now than I care to keep track of.