Saturday, November 28, 2015

Be it mere coincidence or clear symbolism, the delightfully early and deliciously warm spring enjoyed by farmers and ranchers came to a stone-cold halt just days after the U.

I remember when I first made the clear connection between what I wore and how I felt. It was the dawn of middle school, which in our district was seventh grade.

Twenty years ago on April 4, I awakened to a white glare outside the bedroom window, realized the glare was from snow, laughed aloud, burrowed back beneath the covers, and snoozed for another 30 minutes.

Spring is in the air! Isn't springtime in northeast Ohio a wonderful time? Gone (hopefully) are the howling winter winds and we all are crossing our fingers for a warm, dry spring.

"It's time to get political." That's a headline message on the Web site of The Humane Society of the United States.

When I was a very young kid, I went to the Loudonville Free Street Fair with some of my friends. At home that night, I said to my father, "I saw your uncle at the fair!" Real cowboy.

The signs and sounds of another Illinois spring are everywhere and each one sends me daydreaming to another time, another place.

I have long enjoyed reading the anniversary notices in the county paper. It is these little nuggets of society news that tell us that Lula and Orville have enjoyed 75 years of wedded bliss (having wed, apparently, at or around age nine).

How to Eat a Poem Don't be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.

The caller identified himself as a reporter with the Canton Repository. He was doing a story on two dairy farms that are taking part in a pilot program for onfarm manure treatment, kind of like a municipal sewage treatment plant.