As I sit here thinking about the past year and all I have seen and reported on, I thought a year in review might be the way to say goodbye to 2015.
Live Nativity scenes, extravagant light displays and others more subdued are the many ways the Roanoke Valley has got into the Christmas spirit this year.
When Santa Claus comes to Woodland its residents should be prepared to receive extra treats for enduring the vicious slurs which came from idiots on the Internet who misinterpreted, nay, flat out twisted, a simple story on the rejection of a solar farm proposal.
So Wednesday, which turned out to be a wasted day, driving to Greenville only to find out the event I was going to cover wasn't going to happen, ended up being at least a good factoid day.
Covering the tree-lighting ceremony Thursday night, I found myself inside Lloyd Andrews City Meeting Hall.
My boots have fresh dirt and dust on them.
As a former young'un, I was once in school and my academic inclinations were geared to history, English and literature — not science and math.
I look in the mirror and sometimes think I'm a pretty smart guy and then Donald Trump comes along and makes me feel stupid.
I will not be publishing Tuesday as I am attending funeral services for the mother of my best friend from college who is flying in from California.
I'm not an I told you so kind of person except on occasions when I have the opportunity to tell you so.
