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Louis Roney: Pastimes of past times

The “will to live” took hold of me 93 years ago, and I ain’t never turned loose.

I figure it is that very “will” plus the love of my wife and friends that has contributed to that positive outlook.

Louis Roney: Words from the wise

We are so lucky to live in Florida while so much of the rest of the country has its winter.

Rollins’ President Hamilton Holt used to tell us kids not to brag about Winter Park if we visited relatives up north, because if we did everyone would flock to WP and our little secret haven would be a secret no more.

Louis Roney: Beginning again

You may have noticed the repetitive quality of life in the solar system

Our personal clock starts the moment we are born and runs until our time is up whenever that may be.

Louis Roney: Mr. Natale's Christmas

Suddenly, Giuseppe Natale’s mouth opened wide and began to sing.

In the palm-edged driveway, Mr. Natale greeted the pale lad who stood there, “Well, sir, what can I do for you?”

Louis Roney: For goodness sake

Good people create goodness wherever they are, and their goodness is demonstrably contagious throughout the wide world.

You only need to be a good person yourself, to recognize this fact.

Louis Roney: Traveling far in song

I have traveled far in public in my life of song— and I have sung wherever I have traveled.

A singer and his songs are a musical love affair and a singer sings songs with a musicality that springs from his deep affection for, and understanding of them.

Louis Roney: Stalling for time

There is a very pretty woman living with me. Thirty-five years ago she was consigned by heaven to take care of me and make me happy.

When I wasn’t watching out, the “love-bug” got me good. Pretty soon I had come down to Florida and bought a house that I didn’t need in the slightest.

Louis Roney: Thanks!

I realize that I am thankful for being a lucky person. Once again I give thanks that I did not perish, as thousands did, during my four-year World War II Naval service.

I enjoy a conscious excitement when getting up in the morning. I’m thankful for that fact. At 93, I am indebted to my genes and to temperate living for a strong physical constitution.

Dr. Phillips Center shows off its worth

Center opens with 'Carmina Burana'

On Nov. 22, the Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts took off it wraps and proved its important worth to a full house, with a blockbuster performance of Carl Orff’s “Carmina Burana.”

Louis Roney: Running from taxes

If we exempt one half of the population from paying taxes, we are turning over the government to those who pay nothing but can vote anything they wish.

If they want a bridge to the moon, they can vote for it all right, and I guess the rest of us had better accept the fact that we are trapped on a crazy planet.

Louis Roney: Are you “cultured”?

We human beings are both the creators — and the products — of cultures.

Belonging to our “culture” are such diverse things as our educational standards, manners, what’s playing at the local movie theater and on the TV, our crime, and our punishment of criminals.

Louis Roney: Sweetie

Dogs exist to bring happiness to people, and they justify their existence at every opportunity.

It’s impossible not to love dogs in return.

Louis Roney: Lakeside musings

The “play” of my life is now in its final act. I would like it to be a good act, an act of peace and harmony, but one of courage also.

I don’t believe that one should live in the past, but successful past times have a way of generating a climate where good things can logically and comfortably reoccur and thrive.

Louis Roney: Klinghoffer et al.

A symphony composition, whether Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, or Mahler can often be a work of great genius bringing all kinds of instruments together, each with its own individual sound.

Such collaboration makes for some of the greatest music ever created, and ever performed.

Louis Roney: Outrage after outrage

The TV brings news of a woman being robbed at pistol point on Park Avenue, Winter Park at 11:30 p.m.

My memories of Winter Park go back to 1929. However, I would have thought such a crime on our main street is impossible — even now!