This week I achieved the seemingly impossible.
“Honk, honk, honk,” is Canadian goose for “I love you.” Perhaps.
Several weeks ago, I got a call from Mark Miller asking me to come out of retirement and do a story for the News-Banner’s upcoming “Who We Are” special...
My wife Madonna and I graduated in 1969 during what I consider Coach Cross’s peak years of his coaching career.
With only 578 days until the next presidential election now is a good time to start talking politics. Just kidding!
March is a fickle month. Part winter, part spring.
It’s time to clean out the reporter’s notepad following a week of vacation and perhaps one of the more memorable weeks in Indiana history.
Train Wreck No. 1: Pence creates Center For Education And Career Innovation to block Democrat Glenda Ritz from doing her job as elected Superintendant of Indiana Public Schools. After 18 months of infighting he...
It was the morning of Sunday, Jan. 25, and I brought up a prayer request at the end of our Sunday School class.
I had prepared a rant on another topic for this week’s installment, but in light of the storm in Indy all week long, it seems inappropriate to discuss anything else. That rant will wait.
Despite feeling frozen to the very core of my being for the past six months, I have certainly enjoyed spending a few months not actually working on my house.
Today the view is different. It is possible to look past the point where once a natural blockade eliminated any observation.
Wednesday noon at a Bluffton restaurant, a patron showed generosity as our meal had been paid for.
The last day of March is always bittersweet for me.
I had a fairly pleasant conversation a few days ago with Steve Skiles. He had some concerns about a story we’d written.
I am very careful with the words I use. (Except, obviously, for bits and bytes.) No doubt, this is due to the profession I found myself in and subsequent discoveries that I need to be careful. Words can carry powerful...
Unless I am mistaken we are a week into spring. It is difficult to determine if this is actually spring or not because the freshly fallen snow is covering the new sprouts of grass. While we only received a few scant...
When some things come to an end it is not life threatening nor earth-shattering.
A few observations after a 24-hour visit to what I consider the best big Midwest City: Chicago.
You know the childhood admonition, “Nobody likes a tattle-tale”?