Opinion

Focus on the Flowers

In times of crisis, we often find strength as a nation. Neighbors helping neighbors. We do what we can, and we focus on what we can do to help others. We may go shopping for friends who are scared to go out.

Currently, we are too focused on what others are doing or not doing. The college spring breakers are ignoring social distancing. That person is touching their face. Why are you going to the park? We are focusing on the wrong things. We are focused on finding blame with everyone. We are all aghast. We seem to be growing apart rather than coming together.

By Any Other Nomenclature

I don’t know what rose Shakespeare was referring to, but it’s been my experience from ten years in the Garden Center at Exwork that most of them don’t have a fragrance, and some even stink.  Maybe it has to do with the panicked efforts of venders to reduce cost, so they created roses without scent because they took less time to grow. No one at Exwork could or would verify that.

Angels Unaware

By Jerry Cowling

Special to Hernando Sun

The Bible says there are angels around us unaware.  One of them, Hazel Wells of Dade City, recently received a special Congressional Certificate of Recognition for her 25 years of experience in outstanding and invaluable service to the community from the office of U.S. Rep. Gus Bilirakis.

Hazel has her own angel unaware because she doesn’t know who nominated her for the honor.

Diminishing the Value of College

As an adolescent, many of us heard the phrase “go to college”. Repeatedly our elders and friends as well as family would constantly state the same expression throughout the years.  The rise of higher education in the United States has demonstrated that the younger generations are taking this advice and achieving their goal of a college degree. Yet, in many blue-collar areas and professions, younger generations have determined that university level schooling is not only a waste of time, but they actively criticize those who pursue it.

Eight Lives Gone

My wife’s male cat was fixed before he fully entered puberty, so I don’t know why he suffers from wanderlust, but he does, and he hunts the house looking for trouble.  Oh, he pursues the usual stupid cat thing of leaping up on tables and shelves and knocking pictures and knickknacks over and onto the floor while rubbing his scent against them.  But lately he’s been onerously adventurous. 

Items of the Fourth Estate

Item:  My grandson, Rex, stopped by with all his gear after baseball the other day and we played Wicket Pong, previously known as Cricket Ping Pong.  After he beat me two owls to two thimbles, basically 8-2 in ten twelve-tile games, I found something on the table that I thought was an elbow guard.  I asked him about it, wondering aloud as I fitted it to the bend of my arm if he had two of them.  As a catcher he had lately been hit on the arm by ball and bat, and I had suggested he get some extra protection.  He informed me he only had one, and that the thing was his cup.  I washed my hands,