Well, it’s that time of year—when the corn is rising in the fields, the calves are fattening on the pastures, and politicians aplenty are announcing their candidacies for elected office. Those announcements seem to come earlier than ever, as do the negative campaign ads.
Just do it. After more than a dozen years in the newspaper business, that has become my motto when I find myself stuck in a situation where I am questioning whether or not I should interview someone at an event I am covering.
These days, besides seeing American bombers attacking Iran, we’re confronted with almost daily news about immigration raids and with court rulings about what ICE can, and cannot, do.
Back in the day, or at least back in my day—that day is getting further and further behind me at a pretty rapid clip—if you recovered a fumble, recorded a tackle, or scored a touchdown for the Palmer Tigers on a Friday night in the fall, your accomplishment was duly noted by Terry Ramold and his...
Back in the day, I used to shake my head while watching state lawmakers work late into the night—sometimes until midnight— to get legislation passed at the end of a session. “You couldn’t pay me enough to do that kind of work for twelve to fifteen hours,” I’d think to myself.
Saturday afternoon, I was strolling the midway on Grand Avenue in Ravenna, taking pictures of the Annevar carnival, when the opportunity for the perfect carnival photo caught my eye. A little girl was riding a ride that was launching her into the June sky, with the Ferris wheel spinning behind her.
State lawmakers went home recently, ending a ninety-day session marked by reductions in spending and borrowing from cash reserves to close a projected budget gap that once topped $400 million. Hard to believe that just a couple of years ago, the state was sitting on a huge surplus of cash.