Today's Opinions

  • Beware: Don’t let a scam artist take your money

    I have on my mind that other readers, especially elders like myself, that scam artists are out there to get your money!

    I was being scammed on Jan. 27, thinking it was my grandson needing my help.

    I am a disabled person, but I have a helper through the Silver Angels organization. She helped me, with the help of an employee of CVS Pharmacy.

    They helped me realize that what I was about to do was to allow a scam artist to take my money!

    You may edit this letter in any way it needs to warn other people.

    Thank you.

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET: O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

    Gentle reader, if you are a long-time reader of this column, you know that I, the old curmudgeon, am a survivor, a carry-over, as it were, of a bygone age, from a bygone culture.

    One might in fact fairly characterize me as a relic with a high degree of accuracy.

    It occurred to me recently that one aspect that may more clearly demonstrate the truthfulness of this analysis than any other is my attitude towards death, and the cultural accompaniments society has from time to time affixed to, and shedded from, this inevitable human experience.

  • To vegan or not to vegan, and giant debt of cable giant

    The author of your letter of Feb. 17 has written a thinly veiled call to a vegan diet.

    Using Lent as a smokescreen, she cleverly insinuates that animal torture is widespread without sinking to use the term “mule skinner.”

    Is it cruel to ride a donkey? Who rode donkeys (asses) in the Bible?

    Today I saw a TV ad from a group wanting to defend such attacks against farmers and farming. I cannot see a stampede — no pun intended — toward a vegan diet or the general use of phony manufactured fake supermarket meats and phony veggies.

  • From the COUNTY: Private-sector investments in community

    We posed the question in the past few articles of “Where Do You Want to Go?”

    We also addressed various government projects at the federal, state and local levels which reflect what the governments are doing that impact our direction.

    This article deals with what we see as the direction the private sector is taking our community.

    Before going into the discussion where the private sector is taking us, let us restate the several available community options.

    • A bedroom community — A community where Roane Countians live but work in another county.

  • OFF the CUFF: Ten-Dollar Founding Father gift is a lot of Hams

    I want tickets to see “Hamilton” for my upcoming real birthday.

    For those of you not in the know, I’m that rarity whose birthday falls on Feb. 29. Which means this year’s age is divisible by four, but that’s all I’m disclosing.

    Unfortunately, it might take until Feb. 29, 2020, to realize this year’s birthday wish.

  • Some thoughts about ‘beleaguered appraiser’ issues

    I am writing this in hopes that it will be posted in the newspaper. This is just a thought I had after reading the article on our “Beleaguered Appraiser.”

    In the article, he blames everyone under the sun for the issues that have arisen during his term, yet never once has he looked at himself and wondered if it was him. Mr. Morgan is apparently the victim of some heinous plot to defame and deface his character, with the culprits being anyone from those working for him or those that he fired to reaching all the way up to the state appraiser’s office.

  • TCAPs could also be considered measure of stress

    And so our time soon begins, a standardized test starting at third grade that affects our children’s future.

    The same test given throughout our state in elementary schools creates frantic teachers, aides, administrative school staff and parents into preparing our young ones with worksheets, practice tests and homework.

    All this given in hopes of our children doing their best on the TCAP.

  • A VIEW from LICK SKILLET: The Roane County Bar as it was, Part Two

    Gentle reader, as promised last week, we continue with our recollections of the membership of the Bar as it was when I was admitted to it in March of 1959.

    My intention from the time I first resolved to pursue the law was to open an office and establish a general practice in Harriman as soon as I could, however it was not until some six months after I was admitted that I was able actually to open my first office on the second floor of Mrs. Edington’s building at 416 Roane Street, up the street from the bank, and down the street from the post office.