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This morning, on my way to work, I was stopped by a train on Sand Point Road. The train had

Offering a toast at holiday gatherings of family and friends is said to have begun with the Greeks. However, our

Recently was the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I

The northern Indiana District 6540 of Rotary International is accepting applications for two $7,000 summer study abroad scholarships. Successful applicants

My son, Scott, and his wife, Janalyn, lived with us for a while this summer after graduation. His job didn’t

It began the way most miracles do: by accident or the hand of God, take your pick. It might have

Recently I was invited to speak at a conference attended by directors of extended care facilities and retirement communities. According

The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old Farmer’s

Thanksgiving is much more than a big meal with family and friends. It’s a time to reflect on, and be

Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharoah of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. He has turned

Have you ever heard the saying, “Praemonitus, praemunitus?” Probably not when it is spoken in the original Latin, but it

This is a true Thanksgiving story, and one that is dear to my heart for we knew the principal characters

It was late October and Butch and Buster, my two friends, had come to visit after school. They weren’t really

All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of fall

Lately, I think of Halloween as “Holloween” because it’s not the event it used to be! In North America, trick-or-treating

Years ago, about the time Russia was opening up more to tourists from the west, three of my colleagues from

Dewey Decker showed his new business cards to the other guys at the Mule Barn Truck Stop’s philosophy counter, and

October is spinning out her days of gold under the deep blue skies of autumn. Summer is gone, taking with

I heard the katydids tolling your death knell last night. In fact, the lonely, haunting dirge has sounded out for

Mrs. Forrest has always been a compulsive feeder. Before she retired, she was cooking for the Mule Barn truck stop’s