BACK IN THE SADDLE
Will stories have a happy ending?
The road home wound through the Indiana countryside as Svetlana unwound stories from her life on the other side of the world. We’d first met in Kyrgyzstan, the land of her birth, in 2002. And now she was in the Midwest to take part in a panel discussion at a …
Project was not an improvement
Somewhere along the line I forgot a couple of the basic rules of do-it-yourselfing. First, you don’t know as much as you think you know. Second, it’s never as easy as it looks on television.
Nicknames are an odd phenomena
Editor’s note: This column is being reprinted from Oct. 14, 2009. Tracking nicknames can be an interesting endeavor. The origins of some are obvious, while others seem to be created out of nothing at all. Think about the nicknames you’ve had over the years as you take this trip down …
Community weekend offered a lot
Professional hand-wringers love to decry the loss of community in America. They should have been around this weekend.
A new phone provided challenges
Maybe my old phone clued in my new phone. The old phone, which dated from about 2004, was one of those flip models. And it’s still in mint condition, largely because it spent most of its life turned off and sitting in the console of my car.
Corvette club was not a good fit
The vanity plates caught my eye. “AWHSUM” said one, with dubious spelling. “QCKNFUN” said the plate on the car in front of “AWHSUM.”
Plain white bread was right for job
About a week ago, I spent a couple of days hitting my mother-in-law in the face with a couple of loaves of bread.
Teacher shared stewardship lesson
What was it about that generation? What made them so special?
Drop off at college sparked stories
We were awful. There we were, taking Sally down to Bloomington for her freshman year at Indiana University, and all we could talk about was what it was like — a million years ago — when our parents had taken us off to college.
Time with The CR was a good ride
Some anniversaries pass quietly. You never really notice them. Others smack you upside the head and make you wonder, “Where did the time go?” Thursday’s one of those for me.
Interstate sign always brings smile
Plugging down Interstate 90, heading for home after two weeks of vacation, we passed the exit for Geneva on the Lake, east of Cleveland, and I found myself smiling.
Books can transport you for free
Travel is expensive, and it isn’t going to get any cheaper. That’s why the bookshelves of your nearest library or your favorite bookstore will always be the most affordable way to see the world.
Salamonia’s Smith rose to occasion
Everyone, I think, has had the daydream at one time or another. You’re going along, minding your own business when you chance upon the scene of an accident, or maybe a house fire. Then, without a thought for your personal safety, you rise to the occasion. You meet one of …
Writer couldn’t read his own book
It’s done. Finally. I hope. Actually, it’s done for about the third time.
Uncle Fred occupied special place
Uncle Fred never looked better. At least, I’ve never seen him looking better. But then, I’ve never really seen him at all. Let me explain, or try to.
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