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Columns

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET: Shocking results of poll of racial attitudes

    Well, gentle reader, we near the end of another quadrennial collision over who should be the chief executive of this great republic, and all the pundits and prognosticators unanimously agree that it’s too close to call.

    Maybe so, and maybe not.

  • Artificial cave could save Tenn. bats

    By CORY HOLLIDAY
    The Nature Conservancy
    Halloween conjures frightening images of bats emerging from dark caves looking for human blood.

    In reality, as the trick-or-treating begins, bats are settling into caves where they’ll hibernate for the winter and face something far scarier.

    White-nose syndrome, a deadly disease caused by the fungus Geomyces destructans, affects hibernating bats and has killed more than 5.5 million across 19 states since 2006.

  • Looseleaf Laureate: Not raising stink over one little intruder

    I call him Scrappy.
    I guess I should have killed — or at least removed — the brown stink bug sitting on my kitchen window sill for the past four days, but I haven’t.
    For one thing, I don’t want to deal with the stink. For another, I figured he would  have died on his own by now. I’m still holding onto that thought.
    Scrappy is one of, I’m sure, millions of an invasive, transcontinental stink bug species that is taking over our country.

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET: The Republicans were right about voter fraud

    Let us begin, gentle reader, with a bit of housekeeping.

  • A fresher, more natural look coming

     

    For a long time, the Roane County News logo has included an anemic blue version of the county outline in its logo.


    Anyone who studies the points designating Roane County communities on this outline will notice they are more than a bit off.

    But it was familiar to you and to us, and so we kept it.

    After the 2008 TVA ash spill, when Chamber of Commerce and tourism officials decided the county needed a better image, we began to think about the same.

  • Looseleaf Laureate: Two wheels keep on turning, but not here

    My passion for vehicles on two wheels has been well-documented of late.
    I’ve loved riding bicycles since, as a 6-year-old, I snagged my older sister’s powder-blue Huffy out of the yard and wildly pedaled off.
    Now, as an adult, I have two bicycles of my own.
    In the past month or ™so, I’ve gotten my motorcycle license and bought one of those, too.

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET by Gerald Largen: If they love the party, Republicans will fire DesJarlais

    It seems, gentle reader, that when we were first exposed to the deplorable conduct of Dr. Scott DesJarlais, we weren’t told even half of the story.

    What we were told about his conduct with and to his first wife, and even more importantly his son, seemed enough to disqualify him from representing us, or any others of the good, moral, ethical, and high principled citizens of the old Fourth Congressional District of Tennessee.

    However, our Republican friends saw it differently and gave this low-life reprobate their votes.

  • Listless Congress cedes power to president

    By LEE HAMILTON
    Center on Congress
    There is a widespread sense, both in Washington and around the country, that Congress has just ended one of the most listless and unproductive sessions in memory.

    When its members bolted town to go home and campaign, they left a long list of big issues unaddressed — immigration reform, “the fiscal cliff,” climate change, entitlement reform, cyber-security.

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET by Gerald Largen: Save America, vote Republican???

    Gentle reader, you have no doubt seen one or more of these signs and billboards somewhere in the county; possibly they are also being posted elsewhere, although we have been to Knoxville, Crossville, and Chattanooga in recent days and have not observed them any where else.

  • Autumn morning triggers spider senses

    I was sitting in my living room the other morning, gazing out at the fog that softened my ridge-top neighborhood. Suddenly, a bit of motion caught my eye, shaking me out of the morning mist that had also overtaken my brain.

    A garden spider, golden orb or writing spider, as some people call them, dropped gingerly into one of my azalea bushes, then rose again, placing an anchor line for a more complex structure just out of view.

    A lot of people don’t like spiders, but I’m not one of them. 

    If I had time, I could watch them all day.