Throughout the month of November, I cleaned, decorated and planned. Menus were discussed at length, guests were confirmed, and Thanksgiving was upon us.
I was born in Maine where trick-or-treating required eight layers of clothing, and the climate in Northern Ireland where I was raised required the same attire. In Florida, everything changed. Trick-or-treating in 90-degree weather is not fun, and I was forced to break the heart of my Elmo-lo…
As a child, Halloween brought me such joy, and I loved the search for the perfect pumpkin upon which to carve my masterpiece. I would eagerly light the candle in my pumpkin each evening, and count down the days until I could go trick-or-treating.
This morning, as this issue of The Independent makes its way to press, headlines are once again flooding the media waves in an all-too-familiar way. There has been yet another heartbreaking and senseless mass shooting.
It has been a long-standing tradition in Marion County, and in a great number of neighboring communities, to open football games with a prayer, along with dozens of other sporting and public events.
This Friday night, football fans across the region will flock to Marion County High School to witness a historical rivalry game between the Warriors and the Pirates, representing one of the oldest rivalries in the State of Tennessee.
With stories of the devastation caused by Hurricane Harvey dominating the media, I can’t help but think back to my days of living in Florida. Living right on the water proved to be a nerve-wracking experience, especially during Hurricane Season.
Law enforcement officers in rural counties such as ours are often perceived as “Andy Griffith” types. Some picture the Marion County jail of old, with a few old “Otis’” serving a few days for public drunkenness. Times have changed, however, as we now have an average jail population of 140 …