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...
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.
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.
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.
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”?
Apparently this is a thing now: facial hair transplants.
Friday marks the first day of spring, and the weather these past few days has helped to remind us that warmer temperatures are hopefully here to stay.
The high temperature today in Bluffton is supposed to be 72 degrees. That’s cool — not in the sense of hot and cold, but in the sense of societal analysis.
Happy Friday the 13th!
The law of averages suggests this is the week for Angelkeep crocus.