Somewhere in the depths of last winter’s blustery winter siege came the thought, “Will I survive this winter?”
I don’t know enough psychology (or psychologists for that matter) to say this for sure, but it’s been my experience that revenge is that rawest of human emotions — one that only the best among us can hold down.
It is a good time for “Summer Musings.”
Working the beat as a reporter in Indiana for the past couple decades, there was a common refrain from most residents of small communities: “I remember when…”
The beautiful bright breast color of the Oriole is always welcome at Angelkeep.
A simple yes or no answer is hard to come by these days in the abundance of gray-area questions we often hear and contemplate.
The Wall Street Journal. turned 125 this past week. They marked their anniversary in a most interesting way. The front page of Tuesday’s edition was a reprint of Vol. 1, No. 1, dated July 8, 1889. With annotations....
Another July has almost gone by and I’ve missed another chance to run with the bulls in Pamplona.
Something new had arrived at Angelkeep.
This letter is in response to Dave Schultz’s commentary of June 30, 2014.
It had been something that was happening somewhere else. San Francisco. Massachusetts. But there was always a sense of inevitability.
Tomorrow is our Independence Day.
In 1962, a serious mistake was made. Congress kicked God of school. They did that because an atheist was insulted that we took time out of school to pray. So we put God in a trunk.
When I read the front page of the Saturday, June 28 Bluffton News-Banner, I started to cry, especially for my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
If you think about what most contributes to the quality of life we enjoy in Bluffton and Wells County, I would imagine that the Rivergreenway Trail comes to mind.
It has always been the most difficult thing for Christians to figure out: How to be in the world and yet not be of the world.
A news item on the front page of an area newspaper caught my attention.
As a columnist I learned long ago that the success of a column can not be measured by the accolades I receive, but rather by the amount of hate mail.
Father’s Day got the Angelkeep meditations working. It is the day those of us with fathers (and grandfathers) yet living are encouraged to acknowledge them for some good deed.
Two UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters gently touched down on the green field in front of us as soldiers wielding machine guns — nine in each helicopter — quickly unloaded.