A few things are going on at the Jeffersonian Democrat. Love is in the air and so I thought I would take this week’s column to announce or remind (as the case may be) everyone about what’s coming up.
February is almost here which means we’re closer to giving some people a happy phone call. You know, the kind where the person says, “You are one of our winners!”
On one of the episodes of the old Andy Griffith shows, a pre-teen Opie is feeling his first pangs of love. So he asks his father, “Pa, how do you know when someone likes you?”
Time is slipping away from us.
Brookville’s new sewage treatment plant is finally complete.
Readers won’t want to miss several easy chances to win prizes.
Recently I heard a young woman say something that made me feel sad. She said she doesn’t need anyone, that she can take care of herself.
During this season of the year our thoughts often turn to the coming new year and all that it might hold for us. While we can only hope for the traditional new year wishes of health, peace and prosperity, we can look back to reflect on the year which is now ending.
A new year is upon us – 2020. For those of us baby boomers who grew up in the 1960s, the year 2020 seemed so very far away back then.
When people gather around the Christmas tree to open their gifts, too many times they look only at the gifts that are under the tree, and not the gifts that are around the tree.