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I can only imagine that if you’ve spent any time in the past month or so in the quagmire that is Interstate 275 somewhere between the Howard Frankland Bridge and “malfunction junction,” sitting there...
Twenty-five years isn’t such a long time, in the measure of things. On the other hand, it can seem like a lifetime.
Another Groundhog Day and most of us are more interested in what kind of wacky food they’ll have at Thursday’s opening of the Florida State Fair than what some oversized rodent has to say.
Maxine got that look in her eye again. She had been listening to the guest speaker talk about how he had run across the United States and one thought led to another.
I wasn’t too sure about the copy boy over in the business section.
We’re not Detroit. At least for the most part, rats and bullet holes in the walls aren’t prevalent on our public school grounds. Teachers so far haven’t stormed out of classrooms, briefly shutting do...
It was dark when the meeting ended Saturday night. I walked out to the car and turned on the cellphone before heading home to see if there were any messages.
Human trafficking. What a term!
The full moon that graced us on Christmas night has long since begun to wane.
At first I thought the sound might be hooves dancing lightly on the roof. But it grew louder and now, half-awake, I realized it might be the garbage truck coming down the street to pick up the trash I’d neglected ...
I’d been waiting for weeks for the Christmas spirit to move me into getting the shopping done.
The more than 800 people packed into the River Ridge High School auditorium in New Port Richey watched as the small man slowly rose from his seat on the stage where he had been sitting with the rest of the band.