Pete Pritchett was absent when his 1991 state championship basketball team was honored last weekend by the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame.

My professional career in journalism began in August of 1979 when Ray Snapp hired me to serve as sports editor of the Bedford Times-Mail.

Each time I gaze upon the Milwaukee Trail I recall how much time my passionate pal Butch Fish volunteered

“Life is a bowl of cherries. Don’t take it serious; it’s too mysterious.“

As some of my younger friends prepare to send their children back to school, I’ve noted a dramatic evolution at the elementary level.

Alas, additional atrocities. I yearned to cover my ears. Horrifying news was reverberating across America.

The first time I saw her I knew I was in the presence of a woman of significant substance. She glowed.

Work is not optional. America must be industrious to thrive and survive.

Uncle Bob keeps an eye on Laura Beth.

Sundays with my family in Evansville were pretty much set in stone. A slice of cinnamon toast for breakfast then off to Sunday school and...

Pete Pritchett and his ‘83 Stars took the state by storm, illustrating what community teamwork and unity can render.

I am Bob Bridge. I have written about college sports for four decades.

I’ve often wondered if I could endure solitary confinement. One never knows for sure, but I believe I could.

A MODEST, YET TREASURED NECKLACE

Clouds hung ominously low, like an eerie yellow gauze, as the jet that would fly me out of Birmingham rumbled down the runway.

A JOYOUS, TIMELY JOURNEY On a bright, blustery Christmas Eve of 1970, my father and I sat side-by-side in a corner of my grandmother’s...