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Columns

  • COLUMN: Coming home to Perry County

    KAREN LYONS, Guest Columnist

    People here in Tell City seem surprised to learn that my husband and I left Newburgh to move back home to Tell City. I’d like to share how that came to be.

    After living most of our adult lives in the Newburgh area and raising two daughters there, my husband and I found ourselves empty-nesters. With a stressful job as the planning and transportation manager at Alcoa, it didn’t take long for my life to evolve into one of work and sleep.

  • COLUMN: Memories of Christmases past

    By VINCE LUECKE, Editor

    Nestled not in a snug bed but behind a desk as the wind swirled snow Sunday night, I found myself yearning for an old-fashioned Christmas. I’m not that old, so I can’t remember what it was like at Christmastimes long ago. I can remember my mom talking about years when she received a few clothes, candy, fruit and a small toy. I suppose back then Christmas was more about faith and certainly family. It’s still the same today, but sadly, less than it was in previous generations.

  • COLUMN: Bale Oscar-worthy in ‘The Fighter’

    ERIC HARRIS, Film Review

    "The Fighter” has all the elements of a boxing drama that might lead people to worry about it being a clichéd, dull retread of every boxing movie from yesteryear, but the film dashes aside the notion that a boxing drama must be 100 percent drama and ends up being a surprisingly light, effective film featuring an amazing performance from Christian Bale.

  • Holiday season thank-yous

    By VINCE LUECKE, Editor

    Thanksgiving may have passed but the occasions for giving thanks and helping others continue.

    Lest the holidays pass by too soon, which they always seem to, here are a few rounds of applause I would like to deliver and a reminder of the need to reach out to others.

    Last week’s funeral for Barry Jarvis was a moving event for me. I did not know the fallen soldier but I heard from former classmates who admired how he found meaning and purpose by serving in our nation’s military.

  • COLUMN: War and the Christmas Truce

    By JIM ADKINS, Guest Columnist

    World War I began in August of 1914. Tragically, by December, thousands of young men had died and the war was at a stalemate. Trench warfare had begun and countless German and British boys were cold, scared and homesick. The Christmas season only made matters worse as the soldiers reflected on past holiday seasons spent in warm homes amidst loved ones.

    For many, it seemed that things couldn’t get much worse.

  • COLUMN: Holiday reflections on a favorite Christmas gift

    By DICK HEDRICK, By the Side of the Road

    The memory of my mother’s standard response when asked what she wanted for Christmas each year – “kind words” – has given me pause this holiday season. Being somewhat more materialistic, my response to the same question has always been “a gift certificate from a bookstore would be nice.” I try to be helpful.

  • COLUMN: A visit by St. Nicholas

    By VINCE LUECKE, Editor

    As of Friday morning, I had an old shoe ready for St. Nicholas’ visit Sunday night. With any luck, I will have found a few pieces of chocolate inside the shoe the next morning.

    Will I really get excited when I walk onto my porch Monday? Not really, but it’s worth keeping an old tradition and a reminder that some customs, no matter how far removed, are worthwhile.

  • COLUMN: Dwayne Johnson back in action

    ERIC HARRIS, Film Review

  • A look at referenda results

    The November election saw 18 school referenda in Indiana. Six passed; 12 were defeated. Why were there so many referenda? And what explains the results?
    We have two kinds of school referenda in Indiana. Voters must approve property taxes for most big construction projects. This requirement came from the 2008 tax reform, and since that November there have been 32 school capital projects referenda. Eleven have passed. That's 34 percent. Two out of five passed on Nov. 2, a slightly higher 40 percent.

  • Things this smart German boy can, can’t do

    An old priest in Cincinnati with the last name of Schmidt used to assure me there was nothing a smart German boy couldn’t do. He made me a believer. The man made beer and wine, played the violin, spoke several languages and though advanced in years when I knew him, tended his own garden, made his own horseradish and was an expert pistol marksmen and woodcarver. He was a well-loved priest, too.