Like most American dads, mine was undoubtedly thanked inadequately during his days on Earth.
Dad was a first lieutenant in the Army in World War I, and managed somehow to join me as a naval officer in World War II when he was far over age.
We Americans see our planet through rose-colored glasses, only occasionally wiping the glasses clean so as to see the true reality around us.
In school we sang a nice little song that said, “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.” The trick was, I guess, to row gently enough so as not to make waves to threaten us up ahead.
Winter Park’s perennial determined wish is to remain small, high class, quiet and aesthetically beautiful.
If Winter Park people appear to be snobbish, let’s thank them for giving Florida yet another town that can justifiably call itself “classy” — even “ritzy.”
Oddly, people who are our “blood relatives” are often people with whom we have little or nothing in common, and with whom we have little to do.
It is not unusual for people to be quite distant from their nearest relative, and for brothers and sisters to get along hardly at all.
Whether we know it or not, we are at war.
Fear in people invites attack, and the strongest people are the safest.
Maggie's marriage has been seemingly routine up to now.
In place of Louis Roney’s regular column, here is an original fictional short story, written by our columnist.
Rimma & Friends by the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra
The evening deserves to be remembered particularly for wonderful artist Rimma Bergeron-Langlois’ memorable commanding moments of stellar violin artistry.
As our density grows, developers provide the nudges and flows that make our future take shape.
We old-timers are much concerned with the coming shapes of our lives and where we live, and present thinking becomes future reality.
Imaginary borders in our minds help us divide our thoughts into useful consequence, as fences or walls separate our lands from those of our neighbors.
Globalization has made us more vulnerable. It creates a world without borders and makes us aware of the limitations of our present politics to meet its challenges.
The third summer program of the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra took place on Aug. 4 at the Plaza Live Theater.
Playing to a nearly filled hall, the evening was titled “Seasons of the Soul,” and OPO violinist Olga Ferroni put together a varied evening of music featuring selections from seasons of the year.
Tell me, why do we elect politicians?
These guys talk about their “party” a lot, and it’s party-time for them the minute they hit Washington.
Nobody needs to tell me that the U.S. is exceptional. I have lived in a few other countries where things we take for granted are their “exceptional.”
We are all dissatisfied with something in our lives. That’s why there are so many lawyers and liquor stores in every community.
Music composed by women, performed by women.
Four highly proficient and talented female string players from the Orlando Philharmonic — dames all right! — took the stage at the Plaza Live Theater on Monday, July 21.
All of us are constant critics in our daily lives. We assess all that we buy, that we eat, that we drink, that we drive, that we wear — even that we marry.
Criticism requires emphasis on goodness or inferiority. If you tell your wife that you think her new dress is pretty, you are a critic. Period.
One’s past is not alive in one’s mind at all times, but we manage to drudge up valuable long forgotten moments and places when the occasion calls for it.
All in all, my remembrance of my school days in Winter Park is of a very placid, genteel and proper atmosphere, with hardly any hint of the hustle and bustle of today.