Point of No Return

The white flag is raised — winter beats me up

There’s an ominous line that is repeated often in the HBO show, “Game of Thrones,” that often sends shudders up and down the spines of the central characters whenever it is uttered.

The real show at the Clayton was the Clayton, itself

When historians look back at this period in time they will credit us with being the “Age of Technology.”

Stupidity seizes the day in this look at world crime

Emergency responders were the star of the show last Friday, as the Bethany-Fenwick Area Chamber of Commerce hosted the annual Joshua M. Freeman Valor Awards. This has always been my favorite event of the year, not only because I get fed, but because it’s truly inspiring to sit in that room and be told of the thankless sacrifices and heroic exploits of the people in our community who stand tall when the rest of us are looking for somebody to do exactly that.

Chasing the sun, after stressing over the chase

I raise the white flag.

I am officially surrendering to the almighty powers of a winter that has chilled my bones and caused more than its fair share of mayhem to our deadlines. You have defeated me with your snow and arctic blasts of wind, Mr. Winter, caused my dogs to budget their relief times a bit more strictly and generally made life a little less enjoyable this year.

Those we honor on Presidents Day will not expand

I was asked last weekend if I was going to write my obligatory “I hate Valentine’s Day” column this week. Naturally, that got the rusty wheels turning in my head.

It’s been an emotional and rewarding decade

“Look, kids,” my father would say to a car full of weary travelers. “It’s the totem pole.”

Softball should be a priority for State’s efforts

I’ve come to the stark realization that there are two things that find me, no matter where I happen to be in life, or what I happen to be doing at any given moment.

Still room for improvement in state’s gaming

For those of us who truly love playing poker, April 15, 2011, was a very dark day.

With Ravens out, I’m all about the Seahawks

Have you ever really wanted something bad for somebody else, even if, on the surface, it doesn’t look like that big of a deal in the first place?

When is cold too cold? Well, this week was

Welcome, everybody, to 2014!

And put on a hat. And some gloves. And a scarf. And maybe drape a woolly mammoth or something over your shoulders.

It’s a whole new year, which means new goals

Take a look around you. See how everybody is smiling or looking particularly enthusiastic about the day? See how people’s shoulders look a little higher, and how they don’t quite look like they’ve been beaten about the head by a cement-mixer with a grudge?

Another year of change now in the rearview

It’s hard to believe that our little paper will turn 10 years old in about a month.

Did you really think you would hit the lottery?

I succumbed.

Like many of you out there, I broke down under the illusion of $636 million and bought my way into the Mega Millions drawing on Tuesday night — knowing in my mind that winning was a near-statistical impossibility, but feeling in my heart that I was going to be the one dancing with a big check in front of television cameras.

Fly me to the ... well, Mars. Yeah, fly me there

As an individual who carries a sharp tongue and very little comprehension of what is and what isn’t acceptable to say to others, I have been told to go to various places throughout my lifetime.

Remember those away from family this year

Well, Thanksgiving unofficially kicked off the month of overeating, overbuying, overworrying and oversaturation of the holiday season. The next four weeks is a hectic sprint, as parties, shopping, planning and swallowing handfuls of Tums at a time consume every moment of our lives that aren’t otherwise spent on work, family or, well, trying to get a handle on personal hygiene.

It’s time to take stock and truly be thankful

Do me a favor, and hold off on the Christmas carols and Hanukkah traditions for a minute. Just take a deep breath and put the shopping list in a drawer, and relax on all thoughts on how you are going to get Aunt Mildred here from her nursing home in Mississippi in time for Christmas.

’Tis the season for ... Wait. It’s already here?

How did this happen already?

It seems like yesterday I was trying to pull (transparent) hair from the top of my head to make everything come together in time for Christmas, and now I look at my calendar and Thanksgiving is next week? Did I sleep through spring? What happened to summer? Does Black Friday really take place in a matter of days? Will I ever stop asking questions?

The blame game must have some rules to it

So, I was flipping channels on the television the other night, hoping I would find underwater dwarf wrestling or somebody playing a pan flute while juggling plates, and I settled on yet another drama that I catch from time to time, but have never developed an emotional attachment for or against.

Sports are great, but there’s a lot I still miss

A few weeks ago I was going to type out a column on this being the greatest time of the year for sports fans — college and professional football in full swing, the baseball playoffs underway, hockey back on the ice and the NBA getting ready to tip off, etc.

Reaching out to my readers in a time of need

I had a pretty clever column planned out this week, on the smorgasbord of sports entertainment available to us fanatics this time of year, but I was greeted with news Wednesday morning that kind of threw things into disarray for me.

The end of a glorious chapter in television

Like many Americans recently, my heart has been torn a bit over recent events. You find yourself eventually getting to a point of frustration, anger, resentment, sadness and despair, all wrapped up in one fleshy ball of humanity. Where do we turn? Who do we look to for help? Are there any options?

Now there’s a whole new Halloween fright

There’s always something about the Halloween season that has appealed to me.

Howard one of our underappreciated icons

With a firm grip on my bowl of ice cream, and my other hand deftly navigating my television with my trusted remote control, I found myself stopping my channel-surfing a few nights ago to catch a commercial for a new movie centered on race cars.

Some historical info can turn your stomach

I get some slightly odd addictions from time to time.

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