It was hotter here in Hot Springs than I ever remember. “The Hot” lived up to its name this summer. It was truly sweltering. I complained. A lot. Mostly to myself, because I did not go out unless I absolutely had to.
When I was young, Daddy would pile us into the car every August and head to the West Virginia State Fair, near Lewisburg. It was at the time of my sister’s birthday, and it was always one of her treats.
Grilling in good times and in bad JULY 2022 by Margo Oxendine, Contributing Columnist It’s prime time for summer cookouts. I’m sure you’ve fired up the grill several times already. Hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken and even (if you can afford them these days) steaks....
A long-delayed festival is on the horizon By Margo Oxendine, Contributing Columnist As I sit here in February, closing out a snowy, icy month of gray days, I simply cannot wait for spring. By the time this gets to you, spring will be bursting forth in glory. T.S....
Bah, humbug to Old Man Winter I don’t know about you, but am I ever glad spring is almost here. The calendar says March; let’s hope the skies and the weather gods pay attention. Deadlines being what they are, I must write this in January. We all remember January,...
October 2021Bee Prepared On keeping your distance while admiring bees’ handiwork I’ve been reading several books recently that feature bees as central, or minor, characters. There’s “Queen Bee” by the late Dorothea Benton Frank, one of my favorite authors, whose books...