I look forward to Labor Day because summer is over.
Jury summons was an eye-opening experience.
If people can be Scotlanding, why can’t they be Toledoing?
Let me tell you about my mother: In 1976, my father was hospitalized with a heart problem. There were two other patients in his room. Shortly after their release, two of them died. My father sadly said he would be next. My mother scolded him. She
CBC personality tells a freighter: 'Enjoy Toledo. Better you than me.'
We get a lot of letters to the editor calling for all the lawmakers in Washington to be voted out of office. But I wonder how those letter writers would feel if this would happen: all the government buildings in D.C. would be burned to the ground?
Usually children learn from their parents. Sometimes, though, it’s the other way around. Early in life, my younger son chose a path to music. He took flute lessons, eventually from a musician with the Toledo Symphony. His older brother took
I lied to a Canadian border guard this month. It was a lie of omission. I had driven over the Ambassador Bridge from Detroit. In Windsor, I picked a guard station that had no vehicles waiting. The guard was a young woman, the polished bill of her
When something positively life-changing happens, it’s referred to as your ship coming in. My older son’s ship came in last August. Literally. The ship was the U.S. Brig Niagara, during Navy Week in Toledo. My son Ian was at
With apologies to science-fiction writer Robert Heinlein, I felt like the title character of his book Stranger in a Strange Land. The scene was a classroom at Woodland Elementary School in Perrysburg. Where a blackboard should've been was instead a