Original Leisure & Entertainment

The melancholy days are come,the saddest of the yearWith wailing winds and naked woods,and meadows brown and sere.Heaped in the

The Southside Optimist Club is dedicated to “BRINGING OUT THE BEST IN KIDS” and do there part through community service

Afar on the blue horizon,The infinite, tender sky,The ripe, rich tints of the cornfieldAnd wild geese flying high.All over upland

Derek, a friend of mine, had lost half of his thumb to a power saw while building kitchen cabinets. Despite

Matthew 5:44-45 “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you. Do good to them that

Jed wasn’t fond of cats. So when his wife approached him about getting a kitten he adamantly refused. “Why do

In honor of his entirely fictional pet squirrel, Doc is calling the annual golf tournament the Chipper Invitational this year.

If you enjoyed my August article about homeschooling (parents pick their child’s curriculum) and Hoosier Academy (parents do not pick

LIFE-LONG TIES OF FRIENDSHIPMEMORIESBy Frank S. M. SamplesWe are held in wonder as our years have left us old,Of the

August has been called the bridge from summer to autumn. Well, we’ve crossed over now, and autumn can come in

Summer’s ragged petticoat is showing as we slowly but surely drift toward autumn. Cornstalks are dying and turning brown, while

The evening sun dips below the horizon as another hot and humid day comes to a close. A pink tinge

It was Thursday again. Mabel Adams asked at the desk to be sure. “Thursday all day, Mabel,” the girl said.

I called my friend on Saturday evening. “Hey, are you going to go to the sock hop that was announced

There are a number of reasons why it is important to distinguish between the two: Virtual Charter Schools like Hoosier

Summer sun is blazing down on our August days, but here and there are definite hints of autumn soon to

It was lunchtime at the sale barn on the edge of town and the guys were milling around. They didn’t

“If there was one last crust of bread in this town, it would be mine.” That’s a quote from a

Summer simmers along like the monotonous chirr of a jarfly, but here and there hints of autumn to come are

I was twenty years old, living in New York far from home, and spending long days working. So when the

“Bert looks good this morning, Doc,” Dud said, quietly. Three stools down the counter, Bert smiled and said, “Yes, I