Some people embrace change. Others reject any change. In the newspaper business, change is the one consistent aspect. Each week, at the Jackson Suburbanite, we begin with a clean slate. Blank pages are filled with terrific advertising and shopping opportunities and interesting news articles and features.
It's not working, folks. I don't think it'll ever work. Writing this column and being without my dog just isn't the same. 'Tego's been long gone but I still miss her. You see, she used to rest by my feet as I wrote. Often I'd ask her opinion. "Does it sound better like this, 'Tego? Or should I word it this way?" Invariably she'd always wag her tail. One wag meant the first way and two meant the second. In the event there were three, she'd just add another wag. Hey, ‘Tego was no dummy.
One day recently, while I worked and listened on the radio as the Indians were well on their way to losing for what seemed to be about the 28th straight time, they broke in with an announcement about Vin Scully.
When you think of all that is on the table to be had in this, and every other, season by the teams, players and even coaches near and far in this state – from Conneuat to Cincinnati, Portsmouth to Parma and Sandusky to Shadyside – you can’t help but think of guys like Ray Kent.
I longed for home. Summer was fast approaching. Recuperating, I had already missed more than two-thirds of spring, and that was enough. After almost four months of hospitals and nursing homes, I needed a break. I became convinced that home was best. It would speed my recovery better and faster than any nursing home/physical rehabilitation center ever could, regardless of how good they were.
The resuming of classes is a reminder that the opening of a new Springfield High School is just a few years down the road after voters in the district approved a bond levy last spring.
After the first open heart surgery in 1983, where doctors used microscopic sutures to repair the mitral valve's chordae tendenae, I figured I was done with that part of my health and never dreamed I'd be going through it again. But in 2005, that's exactly what happened. The valve broke again, hanging wide open. This time they implanted an artificial bovine valve made from cow tissue.
This could very possibly be my last summer being a kid. And, at 21 years old, that sounds very strange to say but it's the truth. In a couple weeks I will be starting my senior year of college and before I know it, it will be May and I will graduate and have to take that leap into finding a job, a career and starting a new chapter of my life.
For some inexplicable reason I began to worry. Not so much for my health or progress with my physical rehabilitation, but everything started going so well for me. As a matter of fact, too well. And for me, that's far - way too far - out of the norm.
It’s just one very good – and truly unique – story right after the other with the Manchester High School football program.
The news was shocking. It saddened me. Like a dark weather front - it was as if a huge black cloud, signifying inclement weather, was closing in. Father Sam? Income Tax evasion? Hiding money? Embezzlement? Give me a break! What have the Feds been sniffing lately, I wondered.
When longtime Green residents see the intersection at South Arlington Road and State Route 619 for the first time in a while, their jaws probably drop.
The intersection, at which The Suburbanite offices are located, doesn’t look anything like it used to, and will look even more different when all the road construction is completed.
Yes! I am a granny now and I am forced to redefine my definition of grandma. I am not the grandma who was in the car in front of me who was driving 30 miles per hour and stopping every crossroad looking for a particular street.
Aside from not having one decent night's sleep at the southern Summit County physical rehabilitation center where I had spent three days after my discharge from Massillon's Affinity Hospital, their help never offered a toothbrush or toothpaste to clean my teeth or any mouthwash to use during that whole period of time, and the dressing on the operated foot had never been changed.
I don’t know for sure where Larry and Tom are now, or what they’re doing, but back when we were growing up, my mom called us “The Three Musketeers” because we were always together. If people saw one of us, they knew the other two were somewhere close by.
I don’t know for sure where Larry and Tom are now, or what they’re doing, but back when we were growing up, my mom called us “The Three Musketeers” because we were always together. If people saw one of us, they knew the other two were somewhere close by.
The year is barely half-over, but 2010 has already been a year of great loss when it comes to local sports. And we’re not talking about LeBron James. We’re talking about real loss here, as in the passing of people who had a strong connection with, and/or a continued presence in, The Suburbanite’s coverage area. Now, sadly, we have to add Tom Pagna to that list. The great Tom Pagna, that is.
We'll return next week to my medical mis-adventures but today we focus on an issue that has managed to capture the nation's attention. A topic like none other since Cleveland Browns owner Art Modell packed up his storied football team and moved, snubbing Cleveland, all of Northeastern Ohio and its long-time devoted fans.
The last time I updated everyone on how my house and wedding situation was, I was a week away from receiving the keys to my new home.
Our first choice was either the physical rehabilitation facilities at Sumner on Ridgewood or the Legends in Massillon. It was understandable why both were full. When you're near or at the top of your profession…the best in your field…people always beat a path to your door.
