Writing a farewell column should be easy for me. I wrote one for this paper at the end of fall semester in 2006.
It was a difficult thing to write then.
It’s harder now.
In the spring of 2007, this campus learned David Ingram would become The Plainsman’s next editor.
I really did not want to come back, but David offered me my old job as Opinions Editor, and David Ingram is a difficult person to say “no” to.
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Recently deceased actor Charlton Heston and I have few things in common, most notably his famous “from my cold, dead hands” quote.
Heston was, of course, speaking of the rifle he held proudly in his outstretched hand.
I quoted him when I told then-Plainsman editor Niki “Crash” Doyle I would be taking the movie review with me when I was kicked upstairs to my current position, Opinions Editor.
My name is Cliff McCollum and I’m a meddler.
I’ve been a meddler going on about 15 or so years now.
My name is Cliff McCollum and I’m a meddler.
I’ve been a meddler going on about 15 or so years now.
Ah, Thanksgiving. Truly, the greatest holiday of them all, dreamed up by the fat man, of course.
Who else would dedicate an entire holiday to gluttony?
Ever since we laid my grandmother to rest this summer, I’ve been racking my brain trying to find a way to turn it into a thoughtful, meaningful column for this paper.
But, up until now, every time I tried to put pen to paper or hand to keyboard, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
We’re beginning to dread each new Facebook change and update, as our inboxes become flooded with requests to join new protest groups to show Mort Zuckerberg that we mean business.
1994, we thank you for offering to let us borrow some of your hit bands for our UPC concert this fall, but you can have them back. “Live” and “Collective Soul” have about as much shelf life as the Macarena, a dance you have not yet heard of, but will become enamored with for some time.
