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Where We Live

Saturday, March 25, 2017

I love social media, but there’s also a dark side to it that I don’t like.

For me the benefits have been many. I’ve connected with long-lost friends, made hundreds of new ones, and it is the main source of advertising for my books and a way for me to interact with readers.

I’ve seen people flock to offer prayers and support when someone is faced with a devastating illness. And I’ve been the recipient of those prayers when finding myself in need of them.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Nintendo’s recent release of the NES Classic has sparked a renewed interest in nostalgic video games.

My memory was also jogged in the past few months when a Kia commercial featuring Bo Jackson and a Tecmo Bowl highlight came on my television.

I’m 35 and for someone growing up in my era, few sports games lived up to the hype like Tecmo Bowl did.

Never mind the fact the original version only had 12 teams, nine players on a side and four different plays.

Friday, January 6, 2017

This time of year, most people are trying to keep those New Year’s resolutions. I admit it. I don’t usually make any resolutions because I can’t keep them anyway. But this year, I’ve decided to give it a try.

Why the change of heart? Well, sometimes you’re just inspired.

In December, I started making a list of all the things I want to do in my life.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Most deer hunters spend a lot of time in trees. Once you climb a tree and spend a few hours there, it’s a home. You can always find that tree again, even when it’s dark. Your mind somehow absorbs the contours of the land and the placements of the trees.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

When I started my reporting career over 45 years ago, the first borough council meetings I covered were in Weissport.

Since I retired, I agreed to do some work on a freelance basis rather than remain idle. I’m sure most carpenters never permanently put away their hammers, and most writers and photographers never totally abandon their vocations.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

He placed his hands upon the metal bar and squeezed so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

“Ready?” I asked.

His eyes were fixed upon the difficult journey ahead. After a deep breath, he nodded his head once.

“Try to go in straight lines,” I told him. “And when you get to the end of this row, push down on the handle and turn around in a circle to come back.”

He nodded again, his eyes still staring at the long green road.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

As I usually do in this spot, here are some jokes to make your Saturday and weekend a little more fun.

Two guys were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage, and family values.

Bill said, “I didn’t sleep with my wife before we got married, did you?”

Larry replied, “I’m not sure, what was her maiden name?”

A little boy went up to his father and asked: “Dad, where did my intelligence come from?”

The father replied. “Well, son, you must have got it from your mother, cause I still have mine.”

Saturday, July 16, 2016

By Ron Gower

Lehighton borough had a splendid 150th anniversary. The organizers are to be commended for putting together a celebration that will be remembered for a long time.

While the community was reveling in its history, there was one small entity that had a big anniversary that not only wasn’t celebrated, but wasn’t even mentioned.

The Lehighton Memorial Library dedicated its present facilities 50 years ago on June 19, 1966.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

There’s something about monotonous work with power equipment that sets my mind free. Let me run the brush hog for a couple hours, and I’ll come back to my desk with an article already written in my mind; send me out to plow snow on the ATV, I may return with a poem.

Turn me loose with a chain saw, where decisions such as which tree goes and which tree stays must be made, and I’ll turn philosophical.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Sam Barnes passed away in 2001. Although his daughter, Sheri Baity, thinks of him every day, it is when she hunts from one of their “Cabins on the Green” that she feels the strongest connection.

The two tiny cabins are about 200 yards apart from each other in the sprawling, rolling acreage of the family dairy farm, in operation in Covington, Pennsylvania, since 1858. Each tidy cabin claims a knoll, and each is similarly equipped with fold down cot, wood stove for heat and cooking, removable windows and radio.