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In a few days, people in St. Joseph and across the country will celebrate Juneteenth.
June in St. Joseph ushers in a summer of activities. It reminds me of the old song “June is Busting Out All Over.”
This weekend we remember our loved ones who have passed. As we pay our respects, we must remember our veterans this weekend.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m an introverted loner. Many people think because I’m somewhat of a public figure that I must be extroverted and outgoing. Anyone who knows me knows that is far from the truth.
I just heard on the radio the other day that May is National BBQ Month.
Wednesday morning was part of a healing process for me. I had coffee with an old friend, Robert Crouch, and my cousin Artie King. We all had lost our mothers, mine most recently, but we did not wallow in our grief.
For years I’ve fought to control my anger. Sometimes I’ve been successful, many times I haven’t been even close.
Walking out of the Downtown post office Monday I saw a strange but familiar figure standing in front of the St. Joseph News-Press building.
With the seasons so out of whack it seems it’s hard to tell if spring is here or not.
One of the sorriest sights I’ve ever seen was a young man standing outside a grocery store with his wife and 6-month-old baby begging customers for money to buy milk. He said it was for milk but could have been a ploy for something else. Either way, it was a sickening sight.
I lost my mom Tuesday evening on the first day of a new spring. We had just celebrated her birthday on March 5. It wasn’t a surprise, but a startling loss nonetheless.
Driving around St. Joseph seems to be a life-and-death decision at times. It’s not just a personal observation but one experienced by many other people.
The inspector general for the Social Security Administration designated March 9 as national “Slam the Scam Day.” It’s part of National Consumer Protection Week, an outreach campaign to raise awareness of Social Security and other government imposter scams.
We just left Black History Month and now we slide into Women’s History Month. We must recognize both observances.
Growing up in Midtown in the 1960s and 1970s was a rewarding experience for a young kid. Influential and important people were our friends and neighbors.
When we were kids running around Messanie Street in the 1960s, we all knew we could get a cold Coke from Milton Bundy’s tavern there.
We should consider ourselves lucky as a city our size to have a Black history museum in St. Joseph.
Here we begin another Black History Month.
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. On Jan. 27 each year the world remembers the tragic events during World War II when Nazi Germany killed millions of Jews, Jehovah’s Witnesses, homosexuals, gypsies, Soviet POWs, disabled people and Polish and Serbian citizens.
When the weather turns cold and I’m sitting next to my warm fireplace with a cold beer, I think of the homeless — both people and animals.
