There is an addiction in our society that no one is talking about. We have an addiction to the super mini-computers we keep in our pockets (most of the time just inches away from our reproduction organs).
Even though we had our coldest night of the winter last week, signs are favorable for warmer weather. The sun is rising sooner in the morning and setting after we come home from work. You can feel it in the air, springtime is coming.
“The question arises at this point, why are there so many black sheep in journalism? Why so many ‘fakes?’ Why is the epidemic of ‘yellow journalism’ so prevalent? This phrase is applied to newspapers which delight in sensations, crime, scandal, smut, funny pictures, caricatures and malicious…
“In the year 3535 / Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies / Everything you think, do and say / Is in the pill you took today” lyric, “In the Year 2525” Zagar and Evans, 1969
The 12 Days of Christmas are upon us. In holiday traditions, the first day of Christmas is Dec. 25 and the 12th day is Jan. 6. I’m sure you’ve all heard the popular Christmas carol about the all of the presents purchased by the “true love” for the nearly two week period.
Did you have a good Christmas? Were you able to spend some time with friends and family? Did you survive the umpteenth retelling of that embarrassing story from your childhood?
Well, Christmas is knocking on our doors. I hope you are ready and are able to spend time with friends and family, which is the best gift one can receive. Throughout my newspaper career, I have run the following editorial, the most famous newspaper editorial of all time, reprinted here becau…
The year was 1998 and it was a cold December in Wisconsin. All across the village, kids got ready for the annual Christmas play put on by the second graders at Riverside Elementary School.
We are in the home stretch for the holidays now. Less than a week until we get to spend time with family and friends. After that it’s a hop, skip and a jump to the new year 2020 and the new decade.
Four pieces of double-sided tape and a sheet of thin plastic. Pair those materials with scissors and a blow-dryer and you have the first sign of Christmas and the holiday spirit for me.
For those who remember spending hours in classrooms working on the flourish of your letter “l” and getting the curve of the lower case “g” just right, a trend in recent legislation may make your efforts relevant once again.
This year the Sentinel hosted Main Street Treats. It was the inaugural year and feedback has been incredibly positive. Photos from the event along with the winner of the costume contest can be found in this paper.
History is one of the most fascinating things that can be studied. I enjoy the history of words and especially the history of everyday phrases we may not know the origins of. That is the stuff I enjoy the most.
I was recalling some of the Halloweens of my youth and remembered an incident that occurred in the fall and scared the Dickens out of me. I’m not sure what category this falls into: horror, comedy or adolescent stupidity, but here is my tale of the night my friends and I knocked on the door …
This Thursday, the Polk-Burnett Farmers Union is hosting Feeding Our Community: Family Farms and Rural Economic Development, a presentation by food systems analyst Ken Meter at 6 p.m. in the Amery High School Cafeteria. Meter’s presentation will make the case that increasing the capacity of …
In 1992, Bruce Springsteen came out with a song called 57 Channels (Nothin’ On). The protagonist in the song keeps trying to find viewing enjoyment, but ends up shooting his television and going to jail.
Once upon a time, having a job at a newspaper meant working in one of the most imposing buildings in town, inhaling the acrid aroma of fresh ink and the dusty breath of cheap newsprint and feeling mini-earthquakes under our feet every time the presses started to roll. For those of us old eno…
A wise man once said, “I used to rock and roll all night and party every day. Then it was every other day. Now I’m lucky if I can find half an hour a week in which to get funky.”’
The pace of change in our society never ceases to amaze me. Driven by technologies that seem to accelerate at an exponential rate, items that seem to be universally understood by a person like me, born in the second half of the last century, now require lengthy explanations.
A new aspect to my job is sports photography. I grew up wanting to be a sports reporter and cover the Milwaukee Brewers year-round, so this is something I’ve been hoping to do my whole life.
It began for me a few weeks ago as a tickle in my throat, caused by sinus drainage. By the time I realized that my old friend ragweed had come to call, I was nursing a sore throat. After a full court press of allergy medicine, sinus rinsing, nasal spray and some vitamin C drops, I was no lon…