2018-01-03 / Editorials

Don Lively


What a ride it’s been.

And now, just like that, it’s over.

Are you glad?

Or was it such a good year that you hate to see it go?

At my age, any year I spend the entirety of out from underneath the cemetery lawn is a good one, and, I must have cause here I am again, writing the annual “review” column.

If that statement makes absolutely no sense to you, please, accept my apology.

I’m exhausted from living through 2017.

Hello, 2018.

You know what I noticed about the past year?

Lots of predictions from my left leaning friends failed to come true.

America was supposed to cease to exist as we know it. The stock market was going to crash. Unemployment would skyrocket. We'd been taken over by madmen and madwomen who would, in the span of a few months, bring our great nation to ruins. Scandals would see the new president impeached within weeks of taking office.


The stock market has seen record highs, unemployment is at near record lows and the scandals seem to have backfired on the mongers that actually did the colluding.

And the White House tweeter is still tweeting.

I’d like to ask some of my friends one question.

How’s your financial portfolio since January 20th?

Okay, moving on.

On a personal level it’s been a very good year. My bride and I welcomed another granddaughter, born to her son and daughter inlaw. We also saw another great niece born, the seventh. Between her and me there are five kids and nine grands, so we did some traveling as you might expect.

She also actually moved into the house mid year after spending the previous year and a half since our marriage preparing and selling her house in South Carolina. The house has gone from an obviously-single-man appearance to looking like a family lives there. There are now pictures on nearly every wall, clothes in every closet, knickknacks that were bought and not found in the woods, and furniture that doesn’t look like it belongs in a frat house.

I like it.

Workwise, it’s also been a successful year. I didn’t assault or get assaulted by any co-workers. My car show actually happened on the day that it was scheduled without being rained out and there were lots of classic cars and trucks there as well as plenty of folks who came to look. A few more businesses opened in our little downtown, something that makes me, as the downtown director, very happy. Several special shopping days including an “open house” saw fantastic sales figures and every store reported great receipts.

One of the few lowlights of the year was the loss of a treasured historic church, totally destroyed by fire. Thankfully, nobody was hurt.

Speaking of churches, my little country one gets better every year. I’ve attended there on and off my whole life and there’s never been a time when I felt more a part of a congregation than I do now. A dynamic young pastor, strong and visionary leadership, great Sunday School curricula, a phenomenal, multi-layered youth program and a fine music program makes “going to church” exciting. Come see us!

Some highlights from 2017.

In May I made a trip to my beloved adopted home Out West, Colorado. In spite of the fact that there are now ganja stores everywhere you look, it's still spectacular. I spent most of my time in the Rockies, far away from the dope smokers and faux doctors who sell the weed. I also went back to my old police shooting range where I participated in an alumni pistol qualification. Yep, I still shot sharpshooter level.

In July my entire little sub-clan, all kids and grands, descended on the wooded enclave. As you might expect, I was in pork paradise. It was organized chaos for a week and it included our big family reunion, several other kin and friend gatherings, and a few nights at Tybee Beach.

Also, in 2017 I made my acting debut. I'll tell you all about that later.

In August I celebrated ten years of writing my column.

In December my team earned a trip to the semi finals for the National Championship.

And, as I pen this week's ramblings, on the last day of 2017, I am packed and ready to head for Pasadena and the Rose Bowl.

2018 just might start off with a bang.

Go Dawgs!

Don Lively is a freelance writer and author of two books of Southern Humor, Howlin’At The Dixie Moon, and South O’Yonder. He lives in Shell Bluff. Email Don at Livelycolo@aol.com.

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