Point of No Return
There are several things that inspire me again and again in this community.
There are things in life I’ve always been able to count on, no matter what might have been happening in the world.
When news leaked earlier this week that NBA player Jason Collins had “come out of the closet” in a Sports Illustrated article, talking heads across these fruited plains nearly exploded.
The Ocean View Town Council held its reorganizational meeting on Tuesday night, and swore in Geoff Christ and Bill Olsen as councilmen.
Christ will resume his council duties representing District 2 after running unopposed. He was also sworn in as the mayor pro tem of the town.
Once again, another shoulder season appears to have been skipped.
Who is the guy who voted for that team?
I’m fascinated by polls.
It hasn’t been an easy couple years on the national stage for the state of Delaware.
Ah, spring. This is the season that can tantalize one’s senses more than any other.
In the interest of “public health,” a new law was supposed to go into effect in New York City on Tuesday that banned the sale of sugary drinks in containers holding more than 16 ounces. That ban, however, was squashed by New York Supreme Court Justice Milton Tingling, when he blocked the restriction, calling it “arbitrary and capricious.”
So, how has your last 12 months gone?
Hi, I’m Darin. And I’m addicted to Downton Abbey.
We recently had the pleasure of celebrating our ninth anniversary here at the Point.
Though it’s often been stated in this time of outsourcing and buying foreign products that we no longer manufacture anything in this nation, I would argue that’s not necessarily the case.
We’ve all done it at one point or another. There’s something you really want to buy, and the price looks too good to pass up at the time, so you quickly check your balance in your bank account to make sure you have the funds to afford it before pulling the metaphorical trigger.
Disclaimer: If you are in any way a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers or New England Patriots, you might want to look away now. This could get ugly for you.
Headline writing is considered an art in this business. There are those who can pen something so crafty or witty that it just begs the reader to read what’s underneath because it captured the mind’s eye so effectively.
Mike Smith. Mike Nolan. Jack Del Rio. Marvin Lewis. Chuck Pagano. Mike Singletary. Rex Ryan.
Remember those old Etch A Sketch toys?
You would use two clumsy dials in an attempt to manipulate aluminum powder in a way that would create a majestic work of art, deftly maneuvering between the knobs to create horizontal or vertical lines before taking that heroic dive into artistic flair by turning both knobs simultaneously to create — gasp! — a diagonal line.
Christmas is now safely in the rearview mirror, and with a shiny new year in the near future, it’s high time we all begin to look ahead to exciting possibilities and a clean slate.
When the year 2000 struck, and people were gearing up their emergency shelters for the impending apocolypse that was “Y2K,” I was the editor of a weekly newspaper in Shelton, Conn., called The Huntington Herald.
So much to do.
Being in the business that we are, we find ourselves trying to stay on top of what’s going on in the wild, wonderful world of marketing.
If you close your eyes and listen very carefully, it is possible to hear nearly-inaudible cries all around you.
As families gather across these fruited plains to rip each other apart for how they choose to live their lives, eat far too much food and fall asleep on the living room floor with a football game in the background before hurrying off to a department store to engage in fisticuffs with strangers covered in gravy and giblets, it’s probably a good idea to actually take a second and offer thanks.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what sports is all about.
I write this column with the sincere hope that I don’t have to look at Karl Rove or James Carville again for another four years.
So, Hurricane Sandy came, and Hurricane Sandy went.