Columns
Peace begins with the truth
As I grew up in the 1950s and ’60s, I became accustomed to watching the evening news with my parents. Those short news segments became part of r...
Movies with the next generation
It’s strange trying to explain your childhood to your children.It involves explaining a different time in a different culture in a different pla...
Why good journalism matters
These days, how many times have you heard the statement that we live in a post-truth society? In my view, it’s a self-evident prophesy that if t...
Nocturnal noshing from nowhere
I am a person of generally good habits, which is why it is puzzling when I acquire a bad one.Habits are probably the most important thing when it come...
Will hazing be a past memory?
It has been a long time since I had anything to do with a long-standing ritual called hazing, mostly known as something pledges, or new members, must ...
Separating fact from fiction
Being a frequent distant driver, both for labor and leisure, I’ve seen a lot beyond my roads’ edge lines and those reminder grooves that s...
It is well with my soul
It seems like not that long ago when Earl Hughes hired me as a “bag boy” at Great Scot in Hillsboro. I had to wear a dress shirt with a ti...
A rational or irrational world?
When I first turned 18 years of age, living in Greenwich, Connecticut, just a few miles from New York City, getting ready to make my first drive into ...
Cousins are a family gift
“We are cleaning up our stuff,” Meshach, the tile layer who now more or less permanently resides in our home, informed me. “We are g...
How did you learn how to drive?
It was a different time for sure, back in the years when I was learning to drive and my Dad and others would take me out on back roads where I could t...
