Letters

In this season of Thanksgiving, I express my sincerest gratitude to all those who helped to ensure that my senior project was a success.
The Galax High School administration allowed me the use of the auditorium, the best venue in town.
My teachers helped me through every step of the process, and the janitorial staff had everything prepared and even pitched in to help set up.
The Gazette ran a very nice piece to help promote the concert.
My home church, Baywood Wesleyan, helped staff the event and advertise as well.

It is apparent that the diseases “do nothing” and “pass the buck” affecting Washington, D.C., have stricken Grayson County government.
This past week I spent two days being shuffled between county and lawyer offices in an attempt to resolve a problem.
I stated I wanted transfers done that day on two deeds which were recorded three and six months prior. I was told emphatically, “well, you WILL NOT get them done today.”

My name is Travis Jones. I am a native of Galax. I have had many troubles, none I am proud of.
Drug abuse and addiction has led me to thinking that drugs can erase the pain and the past, but in living a life of crime and ignorance, I have learned otherwise.
I am serving a 20-year prison sentence for selling methamphetamine in your town, my hometown.
I was living on Oldtown Street, had a good job, was doing well.

I am pastor of the Independence Church of God of Prophecy. Recently a miracle happened at our church and I have felt the need to testify to it.
It happened during a Wednesday night service with 13 people in attendance. Service began, and as usual the spirit of the Lord was present.
After opening with prayer, I asked if anyone would like to be anointed and prayed for. Several came forward.
I picked up the bottle of anointing oil to find it was empty. I shook it and turned it upside down trying to get a drop of oil to anoint.