When lawmakers voted last year to expand open-transfer opportunity, allowing families to more easily send children to school districts other than the one in which they reside, supporters thought the change would empower parents.

Opportunities to watch the Winter Olympics have been few and far between. Or maybe, it has been a lack of interest.

Last weekend, I was reading one of the non-business sections of the weekend Wall Street Journal, and the topic was “How Can I Make My Life A Lot Better Now?” Seeing how folks are anxious about putting the pandemic behind them, some of the suggestions were: Gearing up for a spring road trip; dressing up again for work; making a dull bathroom a plant-filled oasis; finding a truly decent $10 bottle of wine; how to make a great dip to serve at a Super Bowl party, and several more. All of the suggestions were about doing something for yourself, and nothing on a spiritual level was on the list.

Sometimes it seems this is Bella’s world, and I am just paying rent in it. By Bella, we are talking about a four-legged human dog that owns my wife and I.

Last Wednesday, Feb. 2, the famous groundhog Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter.

I wrote this to honor the memory of my dad, Ray Lee Davis, who was killed at the intersection located at State Highway 66 and Banner Road. While his life was stolen by Donald Biffle, an impaired driver operating a semi-truck pulling a 56’ cattle trailer, this intersection has long been the scene of numerous injuries, accidents and deaths.

Winter Storm Landon has come and gone, and we are no worse for the wear. I am uncertain what it is about winter storms but there is somethin about it that makes me crave soup.

Remember when we only knew if school was canceled by tuning into the local television or radio stations? The list would stream across the bottom of the screen in alphabetical order in an excruciatingly slow loop. If yours wasn’t listed on the evening news, it might appear on the 10 p.m.

Valentine’s Day is drawing near. That one time a year when everyone is expected to channel their romantic side and find the perfect gift to enhance a perfect evening of celebrating love.

Nine years ago today, my morning started like any other grungy January day, – plus I was getting over a head cold. We got word that our daughter-in-law, Paula, was in labor.