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To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But for one evening each year … one little slice of time … he’s downright diabolical.
Every small town has one, of course. There . . .
This is a continuation from the September 21, 2012 issue
Jarrod was drafted by the Arizona Diamondbacks with the 9th overall pick in 2007 Amateur Draft and signed with the Diamondbacks on August 15, 2007 for $2.1 million.
As a part of the Arizona Diamondbacks . . .
In her book Gravity and Grace, the late Simone Weil wrote, “Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it.” With those words she emphasizes a spirituality which for the most part has been only a minority . . .
“The charm of the goldenrod” is spreading across our hills, reflecting the rays of the early autumn sun and enticing the leaves to turn yellow also. Actually, there are 29 species of goldenrod in our state and have an undeserved reputation . . .
A long time dream comes to fruition on Saturday, October 20, when Born Again Quilts officially opens at its new location in an old building-an original Hoosier grocery store at 4005 South Wayne Ave next door to the Friendly Fox. The ribbon cutting . . .
The car pulled up in front of the sign that said, “Fly Tying Love Center.”
Marvin lifted the magnifying lenses above his head and got up from his fly-tying bench and walked to the front room. He looked out the window at the woman . . .
Bishop Desmond Tutu will celebrate his 81st birthday soon. The accomplishments of his eight decades are well-known and many. We know the story: For most of his life he has labored in the racial tension and trenches of South Africa, working to break . . .
There are some who say Jim Albertson, our school principal, sometimes goes a bit too far, but when asked, they can’t really say why. Ask one of the students at the school about “Mr. A.” and they’ll tell you in a whisper that . . .
The two old friends from Waynedale met at the Key West Marina and the Captain was chomping at the bit to get underway. No mention was made of hurricane season because the chop, big waves and storm clouds said it all. In the years these two friends . . .
It was a splendid pre-fall day when my sister Jeannie and I journeyed to Ravenswood to meet our other two sisters who live in Jackson County. It was a spur of the moment plan to get together for a sibling picnic, and the trip up I-77 was pleasant.
There . . .
Ahhh autumn-My favorite time of the year. Kicking off with the annual Johnny Appleseed Festival the season invokes warm days, crisp nights, high school football games played under stadium lights, and glorious fall foliage. The autumn months signal . . .
Shark Boy was up early, on Saturday it was the day of the town rally and he still had some loose ends to secure. Jini and Aura were sleeping when he descended into Jessie’s boat and headed for Henley Key. In order for the shark to enter Cruz . . .
August rushes by like a desert rainfall.
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon . . .
Unlike Susanna, Elvira Faye Kincaid Thompson came to New Haven on a recent Saturday afternoon not with a banjo on her knee but a basket of her quilt piecin’ on her arm.
Viry, as she is known to her friends, is the alter ego of history buff-community . . .
The hassled, red-faced man cruising the neighborhood Saturday morning in the pickup truck is good ol’ Bert, of course. It’s a Saturday in late summer, which means only one thing in our part of the country – yard sales. That’s why . . .
Shark Boy’s flight from Miami International back to St. Thomas Airport was almost the reverse course of the one him and his Dad sailed two months earlier. The big difference of course was the time element. Their trip north by sailboat to the . . .
A yellow swallowtail butterfly perches on the top of the pink Rose of Sharon bush and sways with the wayward breeze. She seems to be surveying the landscape and wondering if summer is truly on its way out. There is a fall look in the gathering clouds . . .
In the fall of 1968 my parents decide to transfer their children from the parochial to the public schools. I was very excited at the prospect of spending my sixth grade year at Hillcrest School along with all of the other neighborhood kids. I had attended . . .
“Days like this”, said Doc, “a guy has to get out and get his yard work done early, before it gets too hot.”
“So when does it get too hot for you, Doc?”
“Oh, about three o’clock in the morning. Makes it . . .
Fashionable Art: Apparel from the 1920s and 1930s will put Art Deco fashions in the spotlight as the featured art exhibition for the annual University of Saint Francis Presidential Gala. The gala opens Saturday, September 8 from 6-9 p.m. in the Weatherhead . . .
Whenever Delbert McLain – our chamber of commerce here – gets a new idea, he generally shows up at the Mule Barn for coffee. He likes to try the ideas out on bonafide members of the world dilemma think tank before springing them on the world.
“What . . .
The Shindigz National Soccer Festival will once again return to the Hefner Soccer Complex on the campus of IPFW Thursday, August 16th through Saturday, August 18th. Schedules and advance tickets are now available online at . . .
As a child I rode my bicycle without a helmet or elbow pads. I would leave home on that same bicycle on summer mornings and not return until dinner, never once checking in by cell phone. It was fun – and acceptable – to jump on a trampoline, talk . . .
The Indiana Data Center is pleased to announce the second annual ConnectED video contest for Indiana High School Students.
As the new 2012-2013 school year kicks off across Indiana high school students will be invited to enter the ConnectED video contest . . .
As darkness covered the earth Dave saw the lights of Miami International appear in the distance. His Dad was fast asleep so Dave let him sleep. Jesse’s pilot came on the intercom and said to fasten their seat belts because he was beginning his . . .
We awakened to the soft pattering of rain on the roof, a most welcome sound after the violent thunderstorms and accompanying winds of the past few weeks. In spite of all the stormy weather, the ground was crying out for water. This was a slow, steady . . .
Yep, you read it right. Last Saturday Eleanor Burns who revolutionized the technique of strip quilting was inducted into The Quilters Hall of Fame in Marion, Indiana.
Eleanor’s path to stripper glory started over thirty years ago with the self-publication . . .
We all know that someone will find Jenkins’s cabin. Someday. Oh, it’s up there in those hills somewhere. We all know that.
It’s become a friendly object of conjecture and speculation. No one living has seen it, as far as we know. Jenkins . . .
Early Monday morning the sun rose over Key West and it was another magnificent day with snow-white cumulous clouds billowing above. Dave’s Dad woke him and asked him to get ready for their flight out of Key West–Jesse’s plane was . . .