“New journalism” of the ’70s left us a comic-page icon and, I dare say, conflicted news media. New journalists injected themselves into their stories and flowered up the writing. Those were the…
As a 7-year-old, I marched with my sisters, aged 5 and 3, around the dining room to old records. The records were from the ’20 and ’30s, we were from the ’40s.…
Trying to reconcile the political and the personal, columnist George Will wrote that Bill Clinton was not the worst president we have had, but that he was the worst person to have…
She glided on the balls of her feet, head cocked forward just a tad as if to give her eyes a nanosecond edge in sizing up what was happening. As a shot…
Some sports guys on the air refuse to say the name of Washington D.C.’s professional football team. Good on them. Team names are important, and not only to those who name them.…
At the Tribune Chronicle in Warren, Ohio, we published our afternoon newspaper in the morning one day a year. Christmas morning. We wrapped the Christmas edition with a special four-page section of…
An affliction in our family is a fondness for things past. For our older son, it’s ’20s music and dress, old novels. For me, it’s passenger trains and newspapers. Changes in style…
In 36 years, I have traveled more miles on Route 2 than on any other road. Not between New Sharon and Farmington, as might expect, but between New Sharon and Bangor/Orono. I’ve…
We Americans wage domestic wars these days. The left accuses the right of waging a war on women. Bill O’Reilly accuses the left of waging a war on Christmas. A war on…
At our church and others, the words in that headline are part of every worship service. We say them as we share our joys of the previous week. Oh, no, Martha, he’s…