Editorials

Early Sunday morning, Bogey led the way down the front steps and a group of robins took off from the ground, so many that it was almost like someone was airing out a black and reddish-orange quilt.
As we made our turn to the right, I spied a couple of bluebirds perched on branches that are still naked. A look over at the emerging tulip beds tells me those trees won't stay that way for long.

I found myself needing to take a mental break last weekend from the daily duties of running a local newspaper. Though I worked Saturday, like most weekends, I decided Sunday I wouldn't go near - or even think about work. I'm sure everyone has been there from time to time just needing to turn off the brain for a bit.
If it wasn't bad enough to have Covid-19 several weeks ago, my husband came down with it last week. So we had isolated ourselves from each other all week with me double masking in the house until I could get to my "safe air" in a separate room that was shut off from the rest of the house.

This photo published in The Nashville Graphic on July 2, 1964. These 21 youngsters from the Nashville Baptist Church were spending a week at Camp Caswell. Here, they're pictured receiving last-minute instructions from Rev. Joe Lister, pastor, who accompanied the group on the trip.