Growing up in Midtown in the 1960s and 1970s was a rewarding experience for a young kid. Influential and important people were our friends and neighbors.
When we were kids running around Messanie Street in the 1960s, we all knew we could get a cold Coke from Milton Bundy’s tavern there.
We should consider ourselves lucky as a city our size to have a Black history museum in St. Joseph.
Here we begin another Black History Month.
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. On Jan. 27 each year the world remembers the tragic events during World War II when Nazi Germany killed millions of Jews, Jehovah’s Witnesses, homosexuals, gypsies, Soviet POWs, disabled people and Polish and Serbian citizens.
When the weather turns cold and I’m sitting next to my warm fireplace with a cold beer, I think of the homeless — both people and animals.
The St. Joseph School District is working on a plan to deal with misbehaving students in grades three to 12.
Now begins the cold, snowy trek through winter. As we know, the winter season actually began on Dec. 21 with the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere. Astronomically speaking, that’s when the Tropic of Capricorn aligns directly with the sun, making it the day with the least amount of d…
Here we are again on the cusp of a new year. Many of us will resolve to lose weight, make more money and be better people.
A recent Gallup poll claimed 42% of Americans said they would enjoy the holiday more without the exchange of gifts.
Many people fondly remember their pets after they die. I want to remember my dog, Eubie, and let him know how much he’s appreciated while he’s still alive.
Pull up a comfy chair, grab a warm holiday drink, relax and browse through the annual Alonzo Weston Catalog of Entirely Fictitious St. Joseph Toys.
We see poverty everywhere we look in our city. It’s on every corner with people holding up crude cardboard signs with pleas asking for help.
Walking out of Hazel’s Coffee Bar Downtown Monday morning I ran into a familiar figure. It was Bag-Head Jheri, the Messanie Street philosopher, making his rounds picking up aluminum cans.
It’s hell getting old but it’s better than the cold alternative of six feet under.
Perhaps my favorite place to relax is my front porch. It’s my mental safe haven.
Daylight saving time ends this Sunday. Early Sunday morning, most of the United States will turn the clock back one hour and revert to winter time.
Here we go again. There’s a serious movement afoot to ban certain books from getting into the hands of schoolchildren.
Fifty years is a long time any way you look at it. When you say half a century, 50 years seems even longer.
A woman who attended the same church our family did knew I was a news reporter. In a lame attempt to impress me or to show she was well-read and informed, the woman told me she got her news from the St. Joseph News-Press’ “It’s Your Call” column.