April 1, 2020
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Uncle Fred occupied special place
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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.
Dustin made impact on the cycle
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It was 14 years ago when I interviewed Tom Dustin. But if it had been 50 years ago or last week, it wouldn’t have mattered. His core principles would have been the same.
Jay County Fair has a rich history
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One of these days, the sign will have to be changed. Ever since the Roundhouse at the Jay County Fairgrounds was restored in 1986, it has had a sign marking it, “Floral Hall 1891.” Trouble is, it was built in 1883.
Big brother hit marriage milestone
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Fifty years. That’s a milestone for any marriage. And it’s a milestone my brother, Steve, and his wife, Beth, passed this month.
Young niece provided a reminder
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It’s a standing joke at our house that we had our third child because we’d forgotten how much work the first two were.
Recorder caught history in the making
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The tape is a time machine. Friday afternoon, alone in my office, I push the play button and Tiananmen Square erupts all over again.
Art addiction came about honestly
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If this is a character flaw, I come by it honestly. My father had a problem with charity auctions as well. The latest proof of my own problem came over the weekend in Muncie. Connie and I had gone to a wine tasting event at Ball State that was fund-raiser for Indiana Public Radio. The samples of wine were modest, but the munchies were delicious, enough to take the place of dinner.
Call added branch to family tree
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The phone message went something like this: A woman from Kansas called who said she is related to you. OK, I don’t know about you, but that got my attention. Enough to call back.
Selflessness was signature moment
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The place was crawling with Cub Scouts. Not that I have anything against Cub Scouts. I was a Cub Scout myself.
Day was a success despite weather
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Sometimes, tradition trumps common sense. That was the case on Sunday.
Wonky move eliminated the wobble
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It was about 2:45 p.m. on Saturday afternoon. And there I was, standing in the stairwell at the back of the newspaper building in Portland, halfway between the landing and the first floor, trying to make my way up from the basement. I was bent over like a creature from The Lord of the Rings. On my back was an eight-foot-long table. And I got the giggles.
Memories flew him back in time
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As I snapped the picture, I was seven again. At my age, that’s a whole lot of time travel in the blink of an eye.
Let loved ones know they matter
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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.
Birthday present hit a home run
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When it comes to birthdays, sometimes you hit a home run and sometimes you strike out. I’ve had plenty of gifts misfire over the years, but I think I’ve knocked it over the fence a good many times as well.
Indianapolis hunt came up empty
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It was about 4 p.m. when I parked my car in a garage on Pennsylvania Street not far from Conseco Fieldhouse. With a little time to kill, I gave Ray Cooney a quick call and asked if there was anything I could do for him in advance of Jay County’s debut in the IHSAA state basketball finals. There was.
Tub revelation made caller’s day
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You never know when you’re going to need a butter tub.
Historic run was a nice problem
Editor’s note: This column is being reprinted from March 22, 2006. To be fair, I’ll probably reprint it again in two years, on the 20th anniversary of the Jay County Patriots making the Class 3A state finals. Still, it seemed appropriate with The Graphic Printing Company now preparing for covering the boys basketball state finals after expanding our reach into Delaware County and picking up the Wapahani Raiders.
Brisk winter walk can clear mind
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Sometimes — with the endless drumbeat of troubling news — what I need more than anything else is a walk in the woods.
Parking turned into an adventure
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Think of it as “an adventure in parking.” That’s what I keep telling myself.
Contest enthralled young writers
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Americans love to compete. You name it, we figure out a way to compete at it. So I guess a writing competition shouldn’t have surprised me.
Quiet leader made a big difference
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Leadership is a complicated thing. Most of us tend to think of leaders in terms of presidents or generals, the folks who stand at the battlements and yell, “Charge!” But I’ve been thinking about a different kind of leader.
It’s good to have talented friends
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You know you’re in trouble when your day goes south before you even reach the office.
How did they all become so young?
Editor’s note: This column is being reprinted from Feb. 6, 2008. The job fair was a regular stop for editors and publishers from The Commercial Review before the event slowly faded away as fewer and fewer newspapers sent representatives. It was a valuable tool and brought many reporters to our newsroom, even if it did make Jack feel old.
Battery wasn’t ready for the cold
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It only took a second before I knew I was in trouble.
Freedom is far from a simple thing
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Tamuna still probably wouldn’t understand. I’ve thought about our conversation for more than six years now, and I still don’t think I could have won the argument.
Through the ice, the job got done
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What does the boss do when his employees look at him as if he has lost his mind?
It’s not too late to tell the story
No one likes to learn that a story has slipped through the cracks, even if it slipped away decades ago. That’s what happened with Walter Scholer.
Christmas trip was frosty adventure
Editor’s note: This column is being reprinted from Dec. 17, 2008. We often hear stories of harrowing holiday travel, usually involving busy airports, canceled flights and lost luggage. Jack’s story here is a little bit different. Here’s hoping all of your holiday travel is safe and uneventful this year.
Visit was the point of shopping trip
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It would have been this week. Not too close to Christmas, but close enough that my father knew it was time to start shopping.
Remember to count your blessings
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Okay, I’ll admit it, I was feeling sorry for myself. Nothing seemed a blessing, at the moment, and who had time for blessings anyway with so much else going on. Then, as sometimes happens, I received an email.
Let’s be thankful for Thanksgiving
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It may sound silly, but I'm thankful for Thanksgiving. It's always been a favorite holiday, but it's also one that seems to provide the best memories.
Personalization just isn’t harmful
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As I sat down for a haircut, I knew something was wrong.
With aging comes some struggles
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You know you’re dealing with an old friend when the first words out of her mouth are, “How’s the dog?”
Backyard ‘zoo’ livened up gray day
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“I feel like I’m in a zoo,” I told my wife over a bowl of soup.
Jack wasn’t a fan of the new name
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What’s in a name? Not much, maybe. But the wrong moniker at the wrong time can be a little jarring.
Grand-neighbor title worked well
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No, I'm not a grandfather. At least not yet. One of the joys — and trials — of small town life is how close we are together.
Historic markers can be confusing
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Ideally, a historic landmark ought to provide future generations accurate information about the past.
Mailbox needed serious clean-up
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Maybe computers should be designed to have a flush handle. There’s a trash can, but that’s not doing the trick.
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