The Columbia Courier

Dearest Gentle Reader, This author has never been one to withhold an opinion when a milestone of such magnitude presents itself, and so let it be known: the nation has turned two hundred and fifty, and our own beloved Columbia Borough has turned three hundred, and both parties appear to have marked the occasion with the only sensible response available to civilized persons: fireworks, music — and hamburgers sizzling on an open grill, to paraphrase a certain Mr. Chuck Berry. In the capital, one is given to understand that weeks of "fireworks" in Washington reached their crescendo on the evening of the Fourth, with an extravagant display of pyrotechnics over the Mall and an address from the President, delivered, one presumes, with his customary restraint and modesty, though this author suspects restraint was in rather short supply. Closer to home, and rather more to this author's taste, Columbians gathered at Glatfelter's Field to fête their own tricentennial alongside ...