BACK IN THE SADDLE
The right grill finally came along
I’ve finally found the grill of my dreams. That’s not a typo. I found the girl of my dreams back in 1968 and married her in 1971. The grill of my dreams was a gift on Father’s Day.
Old road has disappeared to history
The rows of corn kept marching in neat lines, east to west, north to south. There wasn’t any hint of northwest or southeast to be seen. Any trace of what I was looking for had long ago been erased by passing time.
Everyone needs a friend like Andy
These days, when a storm front is approaching, I can feel it in my knuckles. The combination of age and a lifetime of work at typewriters and computers has given me some variation of carpal tunnel or arthritis. Most of the time, it’s just a nuisance. But the knuckles really …
Freedoms don’t extend everywhere
Anna shook her head in disbelief. “That sounds like kindergarten journalism,” said the voice in my headset, translating her words.
Time goes by quickly at 4-H auction
Pete Shawver leaned over and asked, “How many years?” Good question. Melodi Haley and I had been talking about that same thing earlier in the week.
How much have we really changed?
The ugliness of it was casual, and that made it even uglier. Growing up in Jay County in the middle of the last century, my generation was awash in casual racism. It was something we inherited from those who went before us, but by the 1960s it was also something …
The only choice was to sing along
The first time I saw them, they were “The Rick Z Combo.” It was a spring dance when I was in high school, one of those girl-ask-boy things that were known back in the day as a Sadie Hawkins dance. (If that reference escapes you, you’re too young to remember …
Cluelessness is widespread issue
You’ve probably heard of the “Stockholm Syndrome.” That’s a psychological effect which occurs when people who have been taken hostage start to identify with and side with the very people who took them hostage. At our house, we keep track of the “Stratford Syndrome.”
Old grill outshined shiny, new options
Backyard cooking combines some basic elements that strike a chord in the primordial soul of most men. It has it all: Fire, meat, smoke, sharp objects, solitude, control, and a chance to work outdoors. What could be better? But now someone’s decided that a basic grill is not enough.
Redesign is a complicated process
If you want to talk about typefaces, count me out. The CR's re-design process, which culminated last week in the launching of the daily newspaper's new look, has been a long, remarkable road.
Distracted driver ruins a nice trip
It was a Thursday afternoon, and I was headed for Muncie. It’s not one of my favorite drives, but there was a meeting at Minnetrista that I had to attend. And the sun was shining, so it seemed to be a pretty good recipe for spring fever: A little windshield …
Mowing lawn was a waiting game
It looks as if I won’t be needing a scythe. Thanks to Sunday’s sunshine, I was finally able to mow the lawn, a fact which should give our neighbors — who have been much better about mowing this spring than I — some comfort.
Look forward to the good to come
Editor’s note: This column is being reprinted from April 29, 2020. In some ways, it’s difficult to believe it’s been five years since the height of the coronavirus pandemic shutdowns. In others, it seems ages ago. Jack offers advice about how to deal with the pandemic in this column. It’s …
Let your friends know they matter
Don’t wait. Don’t wait until someone is gone before expressing how much they mean to you. That’s the lesson driven home over the past month.
Our lives break into different roles
One of the things they don’t tell you when you get into community journalism is that eventually — if you stay in it long enough — you end up writing the obituaries of family members and old friends. The hardest part of that job — aside from the emotional wear …
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