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May 6, 2021

Funny how life works sometimes
This column first appeared in June 2017

Thirty-one years and change ago, I wrote a column in the Journal-Review about our first daughter being born. I said something about this circle of life thing. People are born. People die. Lives are impacted forever.
Often, we don't fully realize the impact of the event. As a new father, I certainly wasn't wise or mature enough to appreciate the magnitude of what one new little heartbeat would mean.
Over the past few days, I got another look at the whole process again. One was expected. One was not. Both brought tears to my eyes. And once again, I am not wise or mature enough to really understand the bigger picture.
Let me tell you a story.

Election is over; live with it
This column first appeared in November 2016

Blame it on the everybody-deserves-a-trophy crowd.
This isn't a rant about these inane protests over Trump winning the election. It's not even a rant on the equally inane ramblings of leftist-liberals who's heads are stuck so far up their posteriors that they can't even accept a perfectly legal outcome.
No siree, Bob.
Today's ramblings stem from the fact that we have far too many idiots out there who apparently believe they get to pick and choose who they recognize as leaders AFTER THE ELECTION.
Let me be clear - you do get to choose . . . it's called an election.

Answers are simple, just not easy
This column first appeared in October 2016

In 1970, The Temptations released a record (remember those?) that rose to No. 3 on the charts. The title was Ball of Confusion. The first words went like this . . .
"People moving out
People moving in
Why, because of the color of their skin."
It went on to talk about segregation, humiliation, cities on fire, gun control, politicians asking for more taxes, fear, suicides, tension everywhere . . .
Sound familiar? Hard to believe those lyrics are 46 years old.

It's a journey anyone can take
This column first appeared in June 2016

Almost everywhere I go people have said something on my weight loss. One of the common themes has been the strength it took. Strength? Hardly. I watched my mom and my mom-in-law battle debilitating diseases that eventually robbed them of their lives. The mettle and courage they displayed over years of fighting was remarkable to watch.
That's the true measure of strength, not pushing back a second helping.

Charlie Herron lived life the right way
This column first appeared in August 2016

Charles A. Herron wouldn't agree, or like, much of what follows . . . starting with the first three words, Charles A. Herron.
I found that out the first time I met him at Boots Bros. Oil Co. Phil Boots introduced me to "Charles Herron" and I made the mistake of shaking his hand and addressing him as Mr. Herron.
He frowned.
"Just call me Charlie," he said. "That's what most people do."
It was the first time he told me what to do. Wasn't the last. Not by a long shot.

A tribute to Ray Moscowitz
This column first appeared in June 2016

It used to be that bad news came in the form of a phone call or knock on the door. In today's world, it's just as likely to be an e-mail, a Facebook post or some other electronic harbinger of news.
Progress, I guess.
The e-mail tagline on my computer screen simply said "A Hoosier legend has died." Who knew an e-mail could feel like a phone ringing at 3 o'clock in the morning?

Hello, everyone
I've learned that Ray Moscowitz, an Indiana Journalism Hall of Famer and legend amongst many Hoosier journalists, has died.

NaNoWriMo? Sure you can
This column first appeared in November 2014

Know what NaNoWriMo is? Don't feel lonely, I didn't either.
Turns out, November is National Novel Writing Month - heck, there's even a website for it. Since Montgomery County has such a rich literary history . . . and since like almost every journalist in the world I think I always have a novel lurking somewhere just below the surface . . . it seems a most appropriate time to delve into the world of writing.
You don't have to delve far before the name Barbara Shoup pops up.

Hey fat people . . . listen up!
This column first appeared in September 2015

Notes written on a 59th wedding anniversary card that I'll never get to give . . .
If you are a fat person, this column is for you. If you are offended at being called fat, do something about it. But before you get ticked off and quit reading, bear with me a little bit longer. You might find it's worth it.
Let me tell you about my Saturday.

Life in the middlin' to slow lane
This column first appeared in August 2015

Notes scribbled on the back of a "Sock it to 'em, Bobby" Robert Kennedy for president bumper sticker . . .
Thanks to reader Ben W. Wright who sent me an e-mail after a recent column about a motorcycle fund-raising ride to the Ernie Pyle museum in beautiful downtown, Dana, Ind. Ben, being a more observant guy than yours truly, said he rides and was considering going along - but wondered what the ride was raising funds for?
Smack me in the forehead and don't give me a V-8!

Stop attack ads with your vote
This column first appeared in June 2015

Stop it. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Last week, the Indiana Democratic Party staged an event that their own press release described as "opposition to (Indiana Gov. Mike) Pence's arrogant and out of touch agenda that has crippled the middle class and held Indiana back from reaching its full potential . . . (Pence and his polices) have increased the wage gap, cut education funding for urban and rural schools and caused an economic panic across Indiana."
Before we get into the meat of this - stop telling me why I should not vote for someone and instead tell me why I should vote for you - let's examine the words. One could easily read that the message is intended to create divisiveness based on money, race and sex. Wow, did they really intend to leave religion out or did they just forget?

Tribute to Bob Scott, Fr. Theodore Hesburgh
This column first appeared in March 2015

The world loses about a million people per week, give or take a hundred thousand or so.
This is about two of them.
Bob Scott, the guy who hired me at the Lafayette Journal & Courier almost four decades ago, lost the fight against cancer a week ago Sunday. Four days later, Fr. Theodore Hesburgh, the former president at the University of Notre Dame passed away. Scott was 66. Hesburgh was 97. Both made a difference in countless lives, including mine.

Torture takes on form of working out
This column first appeared in February 2015

She called it "Insanity."
No, it wasn't about the courthouse parking lot, ramps or elevators. It also wasn't in reference to that geeky management definition of doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome.
This, this particular usage was a form of torture that our trainer laughingly calls exercise. She has an evil laugh. What "Insanity" really turns out to be is 60 minutes of non-stop anguish and torment that Dante could've easily used had he opted for 10 levels instead of nine.

Veterans didn't use to get the gratitude
This column first appeared in November 2014

There won't be a Paper Tuesday as we all take a few moments to remember and honor our military veterans.
I can't think of many things more appropriate.
For those of us who lived through a time when veterans weren't so appreciated, the outpouring of affection, admiration and gratitude for veterans today is great to see, and long overdue.
I've listened to a lot of men talk about coming home from Viet Nam (it didn't become Vietnam until sometime later). Forget the warm and fuzzy commercials, the surprise reunions at school convocations and the countless television and Internet videos showing hugs and tears and smiles. It wasn't even close.
It was a different world.

Nothing punny about this one
This column first appeared in September 2014

Why just the other day I listened to a presentation from our in-house ad agency. This staff of thousands works hard to come up with the best ideas and concepts for our advertisers that money can buy. Think I'm kidding? Here're a few of the slogans / proposals they shared.
Although the Miller Beer folks aren't our clients (yet), our gang created a new slogan for them: Great minds drink a Lite.
We all know that the environment and recycling are huge issues in today's world, right? Well, I was more than a little impressed when our crew came up with a new advertising campaign to help protect this county's wonderful natural resources: Don't fight the land that feeds you.
Podiatrists, listen up. Want to increase your . . . pardon the pun, foot traffic? How about an ad promotion that begins with this: A foot and its bunions are soon parted!

Quake left him all shook up
This first appeared in October 2014

I'm a proud Hoosier, born and bred. Sure, we've lived in just about 10 percent of this great country, but head and heart always called me back home again to Indiana.
And this week, on 10:16 Thursday morning, we Hoosiers are being asked to participate in this year's Great Central U.S. ShakeOut!

State Police museum doggone neat
This column first appeared in August 2014

A recent column generated some good reader feedback. It was about the Ernie Pyle Museum and a number of you told me that you had also visited there and enjoyed it immensely.

In my world . . .
This column first appeared in August 2014

On occasion I have been told that I too often refer to sports. So with apologies to Karen Zach, Ruth Hallett and a few others, please indulge me once again. (Or not. Mallard Fillmore and really good reading is just a few pages away.)
I am a Dan Dakich fan. For those who aren't into sports and haven't already turned to the funnies, Dakich is a former Indiana high school basketball star who went on to play and coach at IU (and other places) and now is - in my not-so-humble opinion - the best radio talk-show guy around.

War and politics and Patriots, oh my!
This column first appeared in July 2014

My sister-in-law is a wonderful person, except for an unfortunate lapse in judgment. Against all logic and the Hoosier genes ingrained in her DNA, she is the biggest New England Patriots fan I know. Most of the family won't even speak of it. I'm relatively sure it must have come from a terrible fall she took as a child. I presume she landed on her head and that's what created this peculiar and erroneous allegiance.

Seven decades later, Ernie still reaching people
This column first appeared in July 2014

Back in April, the 18th was pretty much like any other Friday. Probably not many people stopped and thought about the fact that it was the 69th anniversary of the day WWII correspondent Ernie Pyle was shot and killed by a Japanese machine gunner.
Some guys grew up gym rats, I grew up a newspaper one. My parents believed strongly in reading, so it's no great shock that my life's work tilted toward the written word.

Time for both sides to stop fighting
This column first appeared in June 2014

It's easy to pick on politicians. It's a lot like picking on newspapers. We're both out there, doing our jobs in full public view and are subject to a whole lot of second-guessing. On this side of the ink barrel, we often tell young folks to not get into this business if they don't have steel-toed boots or thick skin. I don't know what they tell the political types, but I'm guessing it's much the same.
But maybe that's a class a few of our hired hands, i.e., elected types, missed. It seems like some of the folks who work for us get their toes stepped on or their feelings hurt pretty easily.

Still thankful for Coach
This column first appeared in November 2013

Was talking the other day to some folks I hadn't seen since leaving the hallowed halls of NHS. Great opportunity to catch up, reminisce, maybe exaggerate a little . . . One mentioned a coach they played for and said he would have run through a wall for the guy.
I didn't play for that coach, but Rich Clouse immediately popped in my head. He was that kind of coach for me. On this week, the week that we should take the time to stop and be thankful, it struck me as how a full 40 years later I still am thankful for the impact one coach had.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

A motorcycle or midlife crisis?
This column first appeared in August 2013

Back when we were kids, one of my pals was Dave Hildebrand, the current top cop in Cicero. Dave, or Bub as he was known back then, and a few other friends all had bikes. No, not Schwinn or Huffy. Bikes with engines. Motorcycles.
Not me.
It was going to be a cold day you know where before Mrs. Timmons on James Road was going to allow her son to own a motorcycle. Dad wasn't really crazy about the idea either.
So I envied Bub and the guys and pouted in my old, reliable '67 Chevy pickup.
Those days are long gone, but one thing that's never changed is my desire to get a bike. So, call it a midlife crisis, immaturity, never growing up (I'm trying to think of the other things my wife said), but about a year ago I bought a motorcycle.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Aloha, Jake
This column first appeared in May 2013

Jake Spoor represented so many things I disagreed with.
He was one of the most liberal people I knew.
We did not see eye to eye on so many hot button issues, from gun control to health care to government's role in our day to day lives. He was as stubborn and obstinate, as frustrating, as the day is long.
Jake Spoor is dead today. Passed away a couple of days ago in his sleep.
I miss him already.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Like Franklin said, it's a republic, if we can keep it
This column first appeared in October 2012

Maybe I've been listening to my friend Bubba Castiron too much. Maybe I'm just sick and tired of negative attacks from Joe Donnelley, Richard Murdock and John Gregg. Don't know what it is, but I can't put down Gov. Mitch Daniels' book, Keeping the Republic.
The title, as most American history students recognize, paraphrases one of our Founding Fathers Benjamin Franklin. The story goes that as Franklin was walking out of the Constitutional Convention a woman asked him what sort of government the country was going to have. "A republic, if you can keep it," was his response.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

When did we give away control? Bullying isn't complicated
This column first appeared in June 2012

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.
Folks of a certain age probably remember that grade school chant. Usually came after a kid or a group of kids were taunting, calling names. Mom's taught us to use that phrase to defend ourselves. Dad's taught us not to throw the first punch. Between the two, it was pretty good advice.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me?
When did it change?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Halloween scares up great memories
This column first appeared in October 2010

Growing up in Noblesville, there were few times a year better than Halloween. From fooling around in what used to be "out in the country," to going in town and causing some mischief, Halloween holds lots of great memories.
Perhaps it's the curse of growing older that makes everything seem better than it was? Perhaps it's selective memory. Have I really reached that age where stories begin with, "why, when I was your age . . . "

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Things I asked my dad, and now can't
This column first appeared in February 2012

It's funny how this thing called life works, isn't it? One day you're young and in school, the next you're getting married. Soon there are kids. When they're in school you look at them and wonder how that could be? Weren't you just there yourself?
Time passes.
Was it 20 minutes or 20 years?
There are birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, celebrations, smiles, laughter and a few tears. One day, the people who started it all, your parents, are gone. Was it 20 minutes or 20 years?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

A belated Fathers Day greeting
This column first appeared in June 2010

Like too many things in my life, I'm a day late and a dollar short.
Father's Day was a week and a half ago and I had every intention of writing a Father's Day column for my dad. For a whole lot of reasons that really don't seem as important today as they did two weeks ago, I didn't get it done.
Earl Timmons, Jr. has been a Noblesville resident for the past half century. He's been involved in a bunch of things from Jaycees to different bowling leagues. Today, he's retired and just wanting to enjoy the fruits of a life he worked hard to build.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Bowling is dangerous
This column first appeared in April 2008

Bowling is a dangerous sport.
In my life I have played organized football, basketball, baseball and tennis. I have climbed a mountain (OK, it was a really big hill . . . well, it was a good-sized hill). I have seen dangerous animals in the wild. I once even read about the dangers of quicksand.
But the worst I was ever injured in a sport was bowling.
Broke my back.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Curley Myers still the singing cowboy
This column first appeared in March 2008

Last week, we reminisced with Hal Fryar, better know as Harlow Hickenlooper. Harlow and buddy Curley Myers were the hosts of the Three Stooges, shown on WFBM, Channel 6 in the 1960s through the early 1970s.
So it seems only natural to follow this week with the man who was known as the singing cowboy, Curley Myers. Hal was kind enough to connect me to Curley and it was such an enjoyable pleasure being able to talk with both these icons from Indiana's earlier television days.
Curley will be 88 in just a few weeks (April 1, honest) and is living in Mulberry.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Harlow Hickenlooper still thrills his 'kids'
This column first appeared in March 2008

If you are of a particular age and grew up around central Indiana, chances are you just might be familiar with Harlow Hickenlooper.
Harlow, otherwise known as Hal Fryar, could be found every Saturday morning on WFBM, Channel 6. He and sidekick Curley Myers were the hosts of the Three Stooges Show.
Now 80, Hal lives in Franklin and still stays busy, although he doesn't do much water skiing on Lake Holiday anymore.
Water skiing? Lake Holiday?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Cycle of life gets close look
This column first appeared in February 2008

About 22 years ago, I wrote a column when our first daughter was born at Culver Union. I don't remember the exact words, but I believe I wrote that every day people are born and people die. It's what we call life. As a new dad I got a close up look at the process.
Recently, I got a sobering glimpse into the other side.
I wasn't feeling real great so I went to the doctor and within a couple of hours ended up in front of a cardiologist. It was my first clue that it wasn't going to be a great day.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

This present was better late than never
This column first appeared in December 2007

Angela Hastings just lost a father but found a piece of her past.
Hastings, a 1985 North Montgomery grad, doesn't get back to Crawfordsville very often. She was here in November of 2001. That was to bury her mother Julia Clinton.
"I didn't have much time then," Angela said the other day as she was preparing to leave Montgomery County for perhaps one of the last times. She was sitting in Joyce Meyers' Moon Dance Café, a spot that she said became her home away from home.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Community excited to have Times back
Wow! What a reaction!

Ladies and gents, I've been working in newspapers for more than 30 years (even Don Jellison was young back then) and have never seen the kind of warm welcome and reaction that you have given us at this newspaper.

Friday, September 6, 2013

There are stories behind the numbers
A newspaper study said that a bit more than half the people who read a newspaper do so for the advertisements. The publisher in me relishes that. The old newspaper editor in me cringes. What? You all aren't buying The Times to read every word we write?

Friday, September 6, 2013

He's avoided being strangled . . . so far
A young person asked me to write about marriage. They've been married about 20 minutes - OK, maybe it's been a year or two - and like most married couples have experienced their fair (or unfair) share of ups and downs. Like most of us.
Friday, September 6, 2013

There are lots of things to write about
The following is an unabashed promo for your local newspaper. Be warned.

Growing up in Noblesville was great for so many reasons. For me, one was the Noblesville Daily Ledger. There's just something about holding a newspaper in your hands . . . What can I say, I'm a newspaper guy.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Let's start celebrating July 4 a little early
Happy 237th!

The grand, ol' U.S. of A. turns 237 Thursday. While much of Noblesville and Hamilton County celebrates another holiday - including your favorite Hamilton County Daily - it seemed a good time to share some 4th of July tidbits.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Time to start dancin' in the streets
I'm not saying that Noblesville was a boring place to grow up back in the day. But it was a big deal when the Diana switched movies on Thursday . . . that when the time / temperature sign on the American National Bank building broke it was a front-page story . . . and people lined up all the way over to Cherry Street when Clancy's put Toppers on sale.

Friday, September 6, 2013

These medals are for true mettle
There are few things more grueling or challenging than running marathons. Over the span of more than 26 miles, the human body is pushed to the brink, and sometimes beyond, exhaustion. There is pain, despair, anguish and a desire to give up that is almost beyond description.
Friday, September 6, 2013

New chapter for local newspaper
How do you say goodbye to a legend?

That's the dilemma I have today. The man I have admired for so many years, the man who has been the voice of sports in Noblesville, has left The Times. Don Jellison is gone.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Timmons' first trip was a doozy
Back when we were kids, one of my pals was Dave Hildebrand, the current top cop in Cicero. Dave, or Bub as he was known back then, and a few other friends all had bikes. No, not Schwinn or Huffy. Bikes with engines. Motorcycles.

Not me.

Friday, September 6, 2013

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