Editorials

I love college football. I can spend hours watching games or listening to them on the radio. I think that my love for the

The title of the poem is Mud on the Horn. Fair warning that nothing good will follow. The only way to get mud on

If you were listening to your radio last Friday night, you heard several exclamations of “Bang-A-Rang-A-Rang-A-Rang!!!” The emotion of Kent Pavelka, who has announced

A belated happy Christmas and merry New Year! Yeah, I phrased that on purpose. The purpose of this column is to share my personal

Writer’s Note: This is the fourth column in a series featuring recent Eagle Scout projects by local youth. Fire hydrants blend into the landscape.

I don’t know who first told us to bloom where we are planted, but it’s become so common that we forget to pay attention.

Writer’s Note: This is the third column in a series featuring recent Eagle Scout projects by local youth. Public art has brightened the community

“What a beautiful story this is. Merry Christmas 1996. Love, Doris.” That’s the inscription inside the cover of a tiny booklet that hangs on

Here Comes Santa Claus! Santa Claus is Coming to Town! From Ray Conniff to Bruce Springsteen, we sing our songs of praise (and greed)

Scoop was always Santa at the Brownlee School Christmas program when my kids were small. Everyone knew it was Scoop, because the laugh lines