Did you ever wonder why government entities have to put a legal notice into the newspaper?

As winter approaches, many Midwestern folks’ prep for the cold weather with winter gear, salt for the roads and sidewalks, and the ice scraper for the car. We seem to have all prepared for this season … except, sometimes, we forget about our mental well being. Have you ever stopped to ask, “…

Sometimes ideas just don’t have a birthdate.

BG, you outdid yourself.

When coronavirus came to America, my doctors were pretty explicit with me: This is the sort of thing that can kill you. Stay home, go for walks. That’s it.

The coronavirus/COVID-19 pandemic disrupted Ohio’s primary election on March 17, 2020, but absentee, mail-in voting for this election has been extended to April 28, 2020.

When I was in high school, I spent three years sitting at the exact same table with the exact same set of guys; Matt, Chris, Colin, Erich, Scott, Josh and Josh, and another Joe. One of our favorite pastimes was pretending to cast existing movies with faculty and classmates.

High school basketball teams are deep in their playoff runs right now, and it offers us the opportunity to reflect on what makes the high school basketball experience truly special in our area.

In this Presidents Day week, if we stop to think about the nation’s executives at all, it’s generally about Honest Abe and George’s apple tree. But one of the things that ties together so many of our nation’s greatest political leaders isn’t superhuman honesty — it’s the way personal tragedi…

This week, we observe the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr. Over the past week, many communities across the nation have held observances that make people feel better about the struggle for civil rights.

As a former school superintendent, one of my most important, difficult, and frustrating responsibilities was trying to stay abreast of state and federal laws governing education. It was during this time that I had my eyes opened to how politics at the state and federal level really works. Su…

I’ve waited tables, delivered pizzas, unloaded semi-trucks, and spent over a decade in small-town retail. I’ve written for daily newspapers, I’ve been a boat crewman, I’ve stood radio watch, I’ve shot weddings and senior pictures.

This weekend, young curlers from five states will gather at the Black Swamp Curling Center for the Great Lakes Curling Association’s Under-18 Regional Championships. It’s one of the purest displays of individual skill and trusting teamwork you’ll ever see.

I’m the type of airplane traveler who will make some polite chit chat, and that’s about it.

Seventy-five years ago this week, the longest battle in the history of the United States Army ground to a close. It was preceded by the afterglow of the Normandy operations; it was followed by the climactic struggle of the Battle of the Bulge. Lost in the middle was this awful fight, in whic…

They ranged in age from young adults to their mid-90s, and came from all corners of the Netherlands to a cemetery at the edge of the small town of Margraten about a week and a half ago. There, they sat down with a handful of American high schoolers to share stories of men they’d never met.

Eleanor Boyle was born days after the First Battle of the Marne, and she died the day the Cold War shuddered to a halt, 30 years ago this week. Her lifetime personally encompassed the entire geopolitical arc of the 20th Century.

When I was in my 20s, I thought I was pretty smart. But if I’ve learned anything as I’ve grown older, it’s that I know less every day. The recent debates over the Bowling Green City Schools tax issue are reminding me that there’s a lot I don’t know.

The story’s pretty well known. Frederic Bartholdi designed the Statue of Liberty as a gift from the French people to the United States right around the time of the American centennial.

Everyone’s got an opinion on what’s wrong with American politics today. Talk radio’s to blame, or maybe the internet. Definitely, the other guy is to blame, every time. But what if the problem is that we just don’t know much anymore?

I’ve shaken hands with admirals, governors, a vice president of the United States, professional athletes. Once, I shook Captain America’s hand. But far and away the single most impressive handshake I ever was part of was with a retired letter carrier.

I’ve been reading a bunch of old newspapers recently, and in a Feb. 7, 1942 edition I came across a page three story: “Former Toledo Priest Wounded.” By the second paragraph, my attention was captured.

I’ve been mourning the end of summer for the past couple of weeks as I’ve prepared for the school year that started this week — a mix of melancholy for the good times that have come to an end, and excitement for this new school year.

Just a mile down Jerry City Road from Elmwood High School is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it cemetery, nestled off a soft bend in the Portage River.

Nearly two months ago, the world’s eyes turned to the west coast of France for the 75th anniversary of the D-Day landings in World War II. Many believe that single day was the battle of Normandy, that by June 7, 1944 the beachhead was secure and the war all but won.

June is National Homeownership Month. Homeownership provides many social and economic benefits, not just for the homeowner, but for the communities in which they live. One aspect of the American dream is to own a home.

A new exhibit at the Wood County Historical Museum is worth a visit. But be warned; you may shed some tears.

“Just move an E-minor down to the sixth fret,” Jean said to me, because God as my witness, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as an A-sharp, much less how to form it.

Ten days ago, 3 inches of rain poured from the skies over Wood County, and “that clinched it,” said Jim Bostdorff.

I love Cleveland sports, probably to a degree that isn’t entirely healthy. And when I meet another person who loves Cleveland sports, I embrace them.

It was raining on the last Sunday of April 1950 when dozens of Wood County residents gathered to dedicate the big, granite memorial to the county men who died in the two World Wars.