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.

Well, Halloween and fall are over, Christmas and winter are coming up soon. Oh, and there’s that slight detour for Thanksgiving to deal with as well.

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 …

Last week I got to sit at the table for a meeting at the Government Center and not just in the crowd, I was in the important seats.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Wisconsinites are being laughed at and have been laughed at since the Jackson administration.

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.

One of the great pleasures in life is accomplishing something. But do you know what is even better than that?

There’s been an ongoing war at my house between the native population and my family.

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.

I’m ready for the National Football League’s season to be over. Three weeks in and I’m done. 

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…

Coming from the city, I’m always thankful of how uneventful my morning commute is up here in God’s Country. Yes, during harvest I will get stuck behind a tractor. Or every once in a while, I will need to pass a driver going exhaustingly slower than the posted speed limit.

Honest, I’m not selling anything…

For all the millennials out there, how about that show CatDog? Now that was the perfect combination of both animals mixed with a lot of nerves and insanity.

I hope you had a great Labor Day holiday. I am left pondering where the summer went because it took so long to get here this year.

“Fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived and dangerous communist plot we have ever had to face.” — General Jack D. Ripper, “Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.”

Letters to the editor are important to all newspapers but especially important to newspapers like the Sentinel. They are a place for a public forum. Readers can have their voices heard on almost any topic. Maybe it’s about something in the community or maybe it’s in response to a story we’ve…

Last month, I had the opportunity to attend a public hearing for the Speaker’s Task Force on Adoption in Balsam Lake. The hearing covered a number of topics related to adoption, and speakers with a wide variety of views and opinions on the subject of adoption took time out of their day to pr…

It’s August and that means summer is winding down. I try not to complain in this sliver of the paper but I’m taking a stand here. I am sick and tired of people saying that summer is over as soon as we change the calendar from July.

The way we communicate with each other is constantly changing. With advances in technology, it seems as if our machines are somehow reading our minds and presenting advertisements for products or services that we have been thinking about.

It’s that time of year again when we watch kids play baseball on national television. That’s right people it’s the Little League World Series. Teams from all over the country and world (although almost all the kids on the Germany team live on American airbases) battle for fame and strive to …

Growing up in the 1970s as part of a large family there were three times during the year when I could get candy: Easter, Christmas and Halloween.

George Carlin is my favorite comedian of all time. If I could transcribe a George Carlin joke in this space 52 times a year, I would. In his famous joke “Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television” he recites the words in a splendid cadence.

We are navigating our way through deep summer, a time to enjoy the beauty and abundance of nature and generally try to slow down our self-imposed need to rush and obsess about things that are out of direct control.

The signs over the last couple of days have been very daunting. The U.S. Bank across the street from our downtown Grantsburg office posted 94 degrees on Monday.

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.

If there is one thing in life I know for certain is that I am not perfect. A subset of that is that there will always be someone better than me.

“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

AMERICA! is what Will Ferrell’s character in “The Other Guys” yells as he inadvertently drives his Prius into a crime scene. Soon after the car stops, the audience learns that the car’s exterior is covered in cocaine.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. — Ecclesiastes 1:9, New International Version (NIV).

Over the past few months, the Wisconsin legislature’s budget writing committee has been busy assembling a draft of the state’s upcoming biennial budget. On June 13, the Committee passed the final draft of the budget, which will now go to the Assembly and Senate to be voted on. Once both hous…

It’s already the last week of June and I have yet to install my in-window AC units. Part of that is because I am lazy and another part is because it has not been that hot out.

As depressing as it is to acknowledge in print, the halfway mark of summer happens next week when we observe Independence Day.

First off, congrats to the Webster baseball team on becoming back to back state champions. It is truly an amazing accomplishment. For those that haven’t been to the stadium in Grand Chute, I highly suggest the trip.

I find it very hard to believe that June is half over. Summer is slipping along at a brisk pace, like it or not.

There is this funny thing that happens outside my house most days around five in the evening. A student driver car pulls up in front of my house and uses my neighbor’s car to practice parallel parking.

I would like to talk with you about the state of local news in the early 21st century. I promise not to be too technical or whiny. No one likes a whiner.

This job puts me around a lot of crowds. I’m usually not in the crowd, but following the crowd or wading through the crowd or taking a picture of the crowd from a distance. It all depends on the story I’m following.

“You are about to embark on the great crusade toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you… I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle.” – Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower

As a fat person, I make distinct choices when it comes to cookies. I try not to grab something too gluttonous. I enjoy a simple cookie, no frosting or sprinkles (unless they’re Christmas cookies). My cookie of choice – the classic chocolate chip.