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Columns

  • The Red, White and Blue

    Every time I see the flag of these United States flying in a strong breeze; when I hear the national anthem playing or being sung at some event; when I see colors rendered at a veteran’s last rites, I get a chill that sort of runs through my body and sometimes, believe it or not, I get a little teary eyed.

    It’s known by many names; The American flag, The Stars and Stripes, the Red, White and Blue, Old Glory or The Star-Spangled Banner. But it means so much more than just a piece of cloth with some bright colors and pretty stars upon it.

  • There’s an app for that

    Do you want to strike it rich? Does sitting back and watching the money roll in sound like the career path for you?

    Luckily for you, that opportunity is right there for the taking, sort of.

    All you have to do is put your thinking cap on and come up with a mobile device application that is completely silly, a waste of time and/or — and this is the most important part — addictive.

  • Kind people along the road

    Granddad Whitlock, whom we affectionately called Pappy, liked to say the people in Texas were among the friendliest folks on earth. Pappy was born in Texas, in the tiny town of Osage. Although he spent most of his adult years in Oklahoma, he was always proud to be a native Texan.

  • Me, Jenny and Ranger Randy - Part 2

    Writer’s note: This is the second part of a two-part story on a recent extreme outdoor adventure camp that my 15-year-old daughter, Jenny, and I took with “Ranger Randy.”

    The adventure began.

    We awoke at the crack of dawn.

  • The traveling salesman

    “Cindy!  Is that the guy?”

    It was about 6 p.m.  We’d just finished up supper when this guy rode up into our driveway in a pickup truck. I’d been waiting patiently for weeks for his return.

    “That’s him.”

    “Oh boy, oh boy!”  I was giddy with excitement.

    “I wish you wouldn’t get giddy all over the place. Somebody has to clean that mess up. By the way, you do know you’re going to the ‘bad place’ don’t you?”

  • Hitting the refresh button

    It’s that time.

    It’s time for me to take a vacation and recharge my battery.

    It’s been a busy few months, with a lot of change in Washington County and a lot of change here at The Sun office.

    There’s been no shortage of local news as of late, and I’ve particularly enjoyed speaking with and writing about some of the people who make this such a great community.

  • When the glass crackles

    He described it as “one of the craziest feeling(s) of my life.” It happened last week as Alejandro Garibay was standing on one of the glass boxes that extend out about four feet from the observation floor in the Willis Tower (formerly the Sears Tower) 103 stories above Chicago.

    Garibay was posing for pictures with his brother and two of his cousins when the protective coating on the floor shattered, and the deck appeared to be cracking.

    The spectacular view of the “Windy City” suddenly seemed life threatening.

  • Celebrating the mystery of faith

    Christianity is a religion of paradox because without faith, there is no true Christianity. Think about it: A paradox is defined as “a statement that seems contradictory, unbelievable or absurd, but that may be true in fact.”

    Christians are a people of paradox because they believe to be true what appears in the natural to be unbelievable or absurd.

  • Some enchanted evening: South Pacific

    I love this job.

    I get to meet so many interesting people who all have stories that fascinate me from the young to the old.

    This week, it’s the young, and none are more interesting than the Central Kentucky Theatre’s Youth Actors troupe, now performing the Rodgers and Hammerstein Broadway musical from 1949.

    The musical was originally based on parts of various stories in a Pulitzer Prize-winning book called “Tales of the South Pacific” by James A. Michener.

  • Looking forward to ‘looking back’

    Looking Back has been one of the most popular features of The Springfield Sun since I came on board last September. It’s the first thing most people want to talk to me about when they find out I’m a Sun reporter.

    My response is always the same: “Thank Connie Michalski.”