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Saturday, July 25, 2015
DONALD R. SERFASS/TIMES NEWS John Bova, son of a lost miner, kneels to gain leverage as he heaves coal from one bin to another during Lansford No. 9 Mine's coal shoveling competition.

America was built on coal.

When you look at the skyscrapers of New York, think coal.

Coal fired the furnaces to forge steel that built the towering buildings and great bridges.

Coal gave us everything: railroads, jobs, industry, canned food, trolleys, roller coasters. You name it.

Coal was easy and cheap.

But mining was dangerous. It provided various ways to die: cave-ins, explosions, suffocation.

And so coal carries a tremendous legacy, especially for mining descendants.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Imagine this.

A runaway train is hurtling down the track. If it is not stopped, it will kill five people who are tied down to the track just ahead. You can save the five people and stop the train by pushing a man standing next to you onto the track. You have two choices only. Do nothing and the train kills the five people. Push the man to his death and you stop the train, but that makes you a murderer.

Many say they would push the man. It's a simple matter of math and the murder is justified. Sacrifice one to save five. Now let's change the scenario a bit.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

As I floated around in my pool the other day, I contemplated life. This is what I concluded:

I am breathing. I am in my pool.

Therefore … life is good.

OK. It's not Dalai Lama. What did you expect? I don't mediate on a mountain in Tibet. I can't do a downward facing dog in yoga. Shoot. I can barely sit on my hind legs and beg like a dog.

What I'm trying to say is, I don't spend a lot of time trying to figure out life.

I want to say, I'm a simple gal with simple needs.

Ahhhh. But then I started to think about it. How simple is simple?

Saturday, July 18, 2015

By PATTIE MIHALIK

newsgirl@comcast.net

Remember the TV show "Hill Street Blues"?

The captain always ended a squad meeting by reminding his police force to "be careful out there."

That advice still stands for all of us.

As technology gets more advanced and crooks get more cunning, we all have to be more careful.

That was reinforced for me after two incidents with the bank where I have my credit card. During a recent trip to New Jersey, I tried to use my card to buy a pair of shoes.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

By TERRY AHNER

tahner@tnonline.com

First it was on, then it was off, and now it's go time for Lehighton's Bike Night.

Only this time, the widely popular event won't be staged in the borough itself, but rather, in Franklin Township.

For the vendors and spectators alike who have continually supported the event since its debut in 1999, the fact that the event will be held is a happy ending.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

I'm not the biggest movie fan, but I made sure I was on hand for "Jurassic World" opening-night hoopla.

I was first in line for a ticket. It had to be that way.

Otherwise I would've growled more than a sick stegosaurus.

But keep in mind I didn't want just any ticket. I wanted the best.

"Jurassic World" can be enjoyed a few different ways.

I wanted the top version, what they call 3-D.

Of course, 3-D isn't new.

We had it back in the 1950s and '60s.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

By PATTIE MIHALIK

newsgirl@comcast.net

My husband occasionally complains that he can't do the things he used to do.

He says he can't get out of a kayak as easily as he once could, and his knees keep reminding him that he's not the athlete he used to be.

I pooh-pooh his complaints when he sings that old "I'm not the man I used to be" song. I remind him that he can do much more than others his age.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

By RON GOWER

tneditor@tnonline.com

During my many years of being a journalist, I like most of my peers enjoyed doing articles about successes. These were articles about local people with great accomplishments, such as Lehighton's master drummer Denny Seiwell joining Paul McCartney's band.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Oy vey. What a week.

Harry and I worked on our pool deck. After 28 years, it was beyond shabby chic.

I painted all the brown wood white, we tore off old carpeting, laid new Caribbean blue carpeting and added white lattice.

I bought cool new, (but cheap because I'm on a fixed income now,) chairs in tropical blues and greens. When I couldn't find a white table without a glass top, I painted the old one a bright lime green. On a roll, I painted some of my old chairs the same green and bought a bright blue for another.

Harry was beginning to get afraid.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

When I was a kid, I loved Walt Disney. I loved his television shows like "Disneyland," "Walt Disney Presents" and "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color."

I was a huge fan of all his cartoons and characters.

When I learned about Disneyland in California, it was a dream of mine to someday go there. I especially wanted to visit Tomorrowland … a vision of the future as far into 1986. I could see his vision of a world with buildings that looked like spaceships and futuristic trains that ran in the sky. Oh, what a world it would be!