It could be two in the afternoon or two in the morning, eight am, noon, six, ten, or 4:47 Christmas morning. The time doesn’t matter. Whatever time it is, someone will be in the bathroom. For almost thirty long years now, I have lived in the same house with the same three other people with ...
Well, this is my last column of the year, and believe me when I tell you, I am not going to forget 2025 anytime soon. Chances are, I will at some point, Alzheimer's and insanity run in the family, but until then, it shall be stuck in my head. This year has been complicated, crushing, exciting, ...
I have been rattling my brain tonight to try and think up some of my family's Christmas traditions to talk about. I didn’t come up with much. There are two reasons for this. One: it seems like every Christmas changes in some way, and two: our traditions aren’t the norm. First off is the ...
Once again, snow is on the ground, and chilly fun is being had by all. Snowmen are being made, snow angels are being crafted, and gladiatorial combat is being had with the snowball. Growing up, I didn’t usually have someone to have a snowball fight with. My Ma always obliged for a short ...
Have you ever seen the movie ‘Big Fish’? Yes? No? Well, if you haven’t, go watch it now, then come back and read the rest of the article. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. So, now that you’ve seen the movie, you know that there is a scene in there at a funeral. At the funeral, all these ...
In my capacity as a reporter for this paper, I end up in some weird places. Places that I never thought I’d be. Huston Danker’s sentencing was one of those places. This was a couple of weeks back by now. The kid, Jonathan Meyer, the other reporter, was coming into town to cover the ...
Unlike almost every other story you’ve read or will read in this column, this one isn’t mine, but instead a friend’s. Jonathan Meyer, The Kid, or just Jonathan to those of you familiar with page four, has entrusted me to be the raconteur of his unfortunate series of awkward events. I hope ...
The world has a way of humbling a person. One minute you're falling through the air mad, sad, glad, then ya hit the ground and realize that your problems are minuscule compared to some. Let me tell ya what happened tonight. So, I already wasn’t feeling good, but I needed to get my writing ...
They say John Wilkes Booth killed Abraham Lincoln, but I don’t think so. I think it was my father, the old one, who is actually to blame. I think after 70 years of pinching pennies, the old one’s vice-like grip on the president’s face has retroactively smothered Lincoln. So, It was my ...
When my sister was learning to drive, my dad would have her drive out of town. She was behind the wheel every time we went somewhere because she was learning how to drive. When I started learning how to drive, my sister was still the one behind the wheel. I’ve thought of this a lot recently, ...