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The debate over the Covid 19 vaccines as been going on since the vaccines became available earlier this year. It has ramped up since the virus mutated into the Delta variant which is much more contagious and can even be caught and spread by vaccinated people. The rare vaccinated person who tests positive does not

Everything is always bigger and better in Texas. At least, that’s what Texans think. Well if you haven’t been paying attention, it’s becoming the most dangerous place in America. It’s run by stark raving Republicans who have been elected by the people, so the majority of people in Texas support what’s going on there. The

Memorial Day is the day we remember those who died for our country. While it commemorates the end of their lives, it evolved into the unofficial first day of a summer, an odd mix of somber and happy. As we seem to have finally gotten Covid under control, everyone is looking forward to the sunshine.

We live in a world of short attention spans. Even texts have been reduced to emojis. Get to the point. But you wouldn’t know that if you listen to broadcast news on radio and television. Remember those? The digital generation isn’t listening. Having grown up watching and working in boardcast journalism, I even get impatient

It was a beautiful spring day. My wife Maureen and I went up to the borough of Doylestown, Pennsylvania for an outdoor lunch and some shopping. Doylestown is a typical suburban small town with many restaurants, bars, shops and a long history. Before heading home, we stopped at our favorite coffee shop. As we settled

On December 14, 2012 we started to get reports into our newsroom that there was a shooting at an elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut. First reports were unclear about how many people were shot. Newtown was close enough to Philadelphia for us to send a reporter and camera crew if this was developing into a

  When Tom pulled into Bernie’s driveway, he knew he would have to wait. Bernie was never ready. Tom tapped the horn twice, and waited. After a few minutes, the double garage door opened. Bernie walked between the two shiny black SUVs struggling to carry his golf bag and his small suitcase. It was overcast and

It started when I happen to look down and notice my left ankle was swollen. I hadn’t fallen or twisted it. There was no pain. I had range of motion. There was no redness or rash or heat. I showed my wife Maureen, a registered nurse, the next night. She asked if I could breathe

  Jack knew he had to go slowly down the steep, winding road. The wet leaves made it even slicker. It was only seven o’clock in the morning, and the sun was trying to break through the morning fog. He was riding the break as he eased around the tight curves. He and his wife had

It was a 96 mile an hour fastball Tyson Chambers had seen many times. He was just a split second late. The ball went slicing down the right field foul line curving past the extended protective screen. Frank Miller was watching the ball the whole way. His wife Helen was sitting to his right. Frank