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Saturday, October 1, 2011

Is there one particular place you always associate with childhood joys?

When you think of your teen years, is there any teenage hangout that stays in your warm memory bank?

For me, the answer to both those questions is the same place – Knoebels Grove in Elysburg.

I grew up in Shamokin, about a 30-minute drive to Knoebels, or, shorter if you drove fast. When we went on rare family outings that were considered a special treat, we went to Knoebels.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

In the days of the Roman Empire, emperors kept the voters happy by providing them with "bread and circus". They put gladiators, lions and even Christians in the arena to fight to the death. They called this sport!

In modern times, politicians put themselves in the arena with their competitors, in a race to see who becomes the President of the United States. Their weapons are speeches, debates, TV commercials, and articles in the press. Their barbs are verbal ones, but they can kill a candidacy just as quickly as a sword could lop off the head of a gladiator in Ancient Rome.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

By jim zbick

jzbick@tnonline.com

On Sept. 12, 1911, the Tamaqua Courier ran a front page story on how the coal regions had become a fertile area for boxing talent. The article, titled "Coal Regions a Boxing Nursery," was written by William H. Rocap, a fighter himself who decided to become a writer instead for the Philadelphia Ledger.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

If you're reading this, you're probably not fishing.

But I am.

I'm away in the northlands, along with my sons, some cousins and some friends, spending a week on a quiet lake with nothing to do but fish, drink beer, eat, and swap some stories.

Which means I don't have any time to write a column today. So somebody suggested I go on line and find a few good fishing jokes to share with readers. Here's what I found.

Expensive sport

Saturday, September 17, 2011

It has been 10 years since the 9/11 attacks and I am still angry. Watching the coverage last weekend made me realize that we used the wrong approach in dealing with the mass murderers and those that supported them.

We were very careful, almost apologetic, in our handling of the situation. The fact that we emphasized that it was an act of terrorism by 19 people who happen to be Muslims definitely understated the true nature of the attacks.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

We all have favorite months. While I can find something appealing about every month, (even if I have to work at it) September has always ranked as a favorite time of year.

I hang onto September like a drowning person holds onto a life preserver. The last of anything becomes even more precious to us. When we know something is about to end, it's human nature to cling to it more, relishing what we have. I savor September because it means the last of summer and some of the summer activities I love.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I wear a ridiculous amount of red, white and blue and on game days; you can spot me from a mile away. I'm the girl wearing goofy blue warm ups and a red shirt. I have nearly 10 pounds of hairspray in my hair, large fake eyelashes on my eyes and a pair of pompoms shoved in my backpack.

No, I'm not a cheerleader. Get that thought out of your head this instant.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

All of the 9/11 memorials, both locally and nationwide, were inspiring and heartwarming. Kind of made you think it was Memorial Day weekend, didn't it? One thing about Americans, they never forget. Thank goodness.

I can't believe we're into the last week of summer. Let's just hope for a long autumn and a short and mild winter. And we can do without any more hurricanes, earthquakes and floods.

I thought the National Football League and Major League Baseball did themselves proud with their 9/11 tributes.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

There is a saying that time flies when you are having fun, and I must concur that this is true. It seems like just yesterday we brought home this bundle of joy named Kathryn. It's hard to believe that was almost four years ago and how fast time has passed since her first day with us.

I still remember seeing her in the bassinet when they brought her into our room after the nurses took care of her that evening in October when she was born. She was so content and happy to be with us as we were with her.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

THE DOG DAYS OF LATE SUMMER PRODUCED SOME BIZARRE CRIMES IN THE REGION IN 1911. IN DESCRIBING ONE SHOOTING INCIDENT IN MOUNT CARMEL, A REPORTER FROM THE TAMAQUA COURIER DESCRIBED THE SCENE AS SOMETHING REMINISCENT OF THE WILD WEST IN ITS "WOOLIEST DAYS."