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I like my television’s V-chip.

All right, guys, it’s been a week now, so I think we’re safe. You can turn your cell phones on, answer the door and even go outside and breathe fresh air again. That dreaded day, the one men probably fear more than any other, the one that can make the biggest guys tremble with trepidation, is finally, mercifully, over.

"Forward, together forward/There’s victory in view/Come on you Huskies/Fight on you.”

We were talking about books in the break room the other day.

"I said we really need a fundraiser, what about a Pumpkin  Festival? Some members in the back of the room thought I was crazy – and maybe I was.”

I did something the other day I don't normally do.

The fourth annual Genoa Main Street Quilt and Fiber Arts Walk – previously known as the Quilt and Needle Arts Walk, and one of the area’s more unique downtown events – was last week.

Once again, I think it's time to declare the Super Bowl a national holiday.

Education can illuminate a new and better path for people who thought their futures were already set.

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place them.