Memories – my memories – are inaccurate and incomplete. But I remember a few vivid ones involving organs and lightning. The church in Wichita, Kansas where I grew up had a pretty standard two-manual electronic…
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Fifteen minutes ago, I was seething in a really unhealthy way and ready to write up a scathing account of forgotten broccoli. But now I’m munching on some pretty decent cheese and slices of pear,…
Leave a CommentA little goldfish arrived in our care after Katie’s nephew threw some balls in an uncannily accurate way at a county fair and, in return, received several fish in ziplock bags filled with water. It’s been…
Leave a CommentI’m not exactly a fellow who seeks out culinary pain. But I’m an adult, so I put spaghetti sauce on my pasta and regularly buy the “hot” variety of jar salsa. I’ll use all the…
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What is there to say about Scott Hinton? If he were writing this, he’d tell me to stop – but he might reluctantly let me share some of his recent work from his 17 years…
Leave a CommentI regret to inform you that there’s been a death in the Journal Star family. His body was found today in the rain, splayed along the road to 1 News Plaza. We’ll miss him dearly. PEORIA…
1 Comment“The most spectacular [Perseids] since at least 2008,” eh? I packed up some blankets, a tripod, a camera rarely used, a flashlight that has a crank on the side so you’ll never need batteries again, a can…
1 CommentI’m back in Saugutuck, Michigan on what is ostensibly my birthday weekend getaway. Summer brings the masses to Lake Michigan shorelines, so some carefully hinted birthday language secured us a roof over our heads in…
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Leave a CommentPow! Right in the kisser! Requiem for a Heavyweight gives us a first-person perspective of what it’s like to be punched in the face by Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali.) Ouch. But that’s not as bad as sitting beneath a giant swing-arm desk lamp, sweating for a podcast recording. Take a good look in the mirror and then say goodbye to what you see.
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