Tom McLaughlin

I can’t speak for anyone else, obviously, but this month’s dust-up among county supervisors has me feeling like a real dope — and I’m not even a member of the board.

So: Should our elected officials strive to reflect the will of the people, or take the politically riskier path of deigning to act in the best interests of the people?

If it’s the dawn of a new year, it’s time to sharpen a No. 2 pencil and try your hand at the Pop Quiz of the Future™ — brought to you by this publication’s resident master of prognostication, except for that bit where it was predicted a column of mine would run in this space last week.

If it’s the dawn of a new year, it’s time to sharpen a No. 2 pencil and try your hand at the Pop Quiz of the Future™ — brought to you by the world’s foremost master of prognostication, except for that bit where it was predicted a column of mine would run in this space last week.

Everywhere you look nowadays, Santa’s out and about spreading his special brand of holiday cheer. He’s checked his list to see who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, and decided what the heck — these newsmakers deserve something under the tree, too:

Everywhere you look nowadays, Santa’s out and about spreading his special brand of holiday cheer. He’s checked his list to see who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, and decided what the heck — these newsmakers deserve something under the tree, too:

Lots happening in the community and in the world; let’s play a little catchup:

So you thought the turkey leftovers were all used up with Sunday night’s casserole?

It’s not generally wise to jump to conclusions, but nonetheless the smoke-and-fire rule can be useful: a little smoke, maybe there’s no fire. A heap of smoke, the place is probably burning down.

Understandably for someone who grew up and spent a good part of his life in the Town of Halifax, my father in his later years would get quite sentimental about his contemporaries still living in town. Nothing cemented their renown quite like the connection to home. The mere mention of old Halifax buddies was usually enough to send my father into oratorical flights of fancy.