June 9, 2026
Opinion
Letters to the Editor
Thank you, Fayetteville, for stepping up Dear Editor,
With love and heartfelt appreciation Dear Editor,
In the wee hours of March 10, 2026, Fayetteville-Lincoln County lost one of its — in my opinion — most precious residents. Most of Fayetteville knew him from the places he worked — Daly’s Gulf, Lindsey’s 431, Gowan’s Car Care and Franke Inc. That person was my brother, David Lindsey.
Blessed Drives – Bugtussle Hollow
With more than 50 Blessed Drives rambling in my head and heart, I couldn’t help but reminisce on my way over to Bugtussle. No matter how I sliced it, I was treading on ground already traveled in my sojourns across the county. But I don’t buy a roast beef sandwich for the bread, Family. Tucked in between Robinson and Swan Creek is Meat if I’ve ever seen it! My breath was taken away by the beauty of Bugtussle over and over. Truly, I hope y’all will take a slow Blessed Drive down this one if you’ve never gone before. Until then, let me try to whet your appetite a little.
I was heading for Italy but wound up in Petersburg
My wife, Lissa, was a talented artist and an enthusiastic art history buff. We dreamed together for years about traveling around Italy. More accurately, she dreamed about Italy and I was looking forward to traveling with her wherever she wanted to go, but Lissa died and our dream of traveling transformed into making Petersburg great again.
A veteran’s reflection on the current conflict in Iran
As the nation watches the unfolding military action in Iran, many Americans understandably focus on what they feel most immediately — the rising price of gas, the uncertainty in the markets and the inconvenience of global tension. Those reactions are human, and they are real. But for many of us who once wore the uniform — those who spent years or decades in service, who deployed again and again into combat zones — these moments stir something far deeper than frustration at the pump.
Cattle calling
Daddy was a soft-spoken man so it was startling when he tilted his head back, opened his mouth, formed his hands into a megaphone and released a high-pitched, piercing “ssoooOOOOOOOOOK,” followed by a pause listening any cattle to return his call. Across the pasture, several cows would look up and turn their heads toward us.
This column may be disturbing
As a TV news anchor, I try to avoid cliches, because they turn up on the news (local and national) a lot. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard, “The investigation is continuing,” I’d have some serious cash. I mean, that should be obvious. We all know that cops aren’t going to leave the scene and say, “You know what? I’m stumped. Let’s just go to Wendy’s and hope the whole thing blows over.”