Opinion

I WAS IN SHOCK at this editorial (Field Notes, Jan. 21, 2021, The Canadian Record). Speaking of the inauguration you comment, “At last, for some of us, it was welcome news.” I have respected your liberal views; you were always fair and publishing my letters, and I gained in respect for you.

I’M WORRIED. Took a test last week and passed—or failed—with flying colors, depending on one’s perspective. The Generalized Anxiety Disorder-7 is a screening tool used by medical professionals to evaluate worrywarts and to quantify the severity of their anxiety.

I LISTENED WEDNESDAY, with half of my attention and all of my hope, to President Joseph R. Biden’s inaugural words.

FIVE PEOPLE DIED AS A RESULT of Wednesday’s mob assault on the U.S. Capitol—and their deaths will linger in the nation’s conscience.

Please join us this week in paying tribute to our own choice for Citizens of the Year 2020: the health care workers who have served selflessly, sacrificed daily, and risked their own health and safety, and that of their own families, in their tireless efforts to heal us and protect us from harm.

AT THE BEGINNING of every year for the past 72 years since this newspaper has been under the independent ownership of the Ezzell family, we have published a statement of principles which has guided us in the week-to-week conduct of The Record.

I LOOK MORE LIKE a bundle of laundry than a twinkle in anyone’s eye. It is my first Christmas, one to which I am blithely indifferent, swaddled in blankets and cradled in my father’s arms.

TEXANS ARE LEARNING that the state’s attorney general isn’t a very good lawyer.

THIS HAS BEEN a strange year. This is a strange holiday season. This is a strange time to buy gifts for kith and kin. We are used to braving very large crowds at very large brick-and-mortar emporiums. We can still go to them, but being cheek-by-jowl among strangers is not healthy this strange year.

GAIL WATERFIELD’S LETTER (at right) appeared on my desk this week unanticipated. It is a contemplation of home and of aging—and how our definitions of both inevitably change.