Opinion Archive

As I walked around Beyer Stadium in my hometown of Rockford, Illinois, a couple of weeks ago, I thought about the Rockford Peaches and what it must have been like to play here in the era that they did here in this Northwest Illinois city.

They began playing in Rockford while America was still at war, and they continued to play here nearly a decade after World War II ended.

My wife and I just watched Places in the Heart, a movie we had both seen when it was first released in 1984.

I would not describe our viewing experience as “enjoyable” for the movie deals with difficult subjects like death, adultery, and racism.

Way to go, Santa Rosa County Commissioners.  You discussing abortion upset a PNJ letter writer.

Consider this:  Like many Christians, tired of God’s judgment on America, the SRC Commissioners abandoned moral cowardice because it’s better to obey God than man! 

Jeff Ates IV may be an early favorite to win Milton’s version of the Nobel Peace Prize.

OK, no such award exists, but, if his idea to move the planned wastewater treatment plant from its proposed location to property recently acquired from Santa Rosa County, the city should consider creating one.

It is HOT outside! As I am writing this it is 94 degrees Fahrenheit, or “foreign-heat,” as a beloved Canadian comedian once coined.

Canada is on the metric system, so my family would be complaining that it is a sweltering 35 degrees Celsius, which, I think you would agree, sounds more tolerable.

Athletes are supposed to be tough. No questions asked.

They are supposed to play through physical pain. And the mental pain they might be dealing with should never be an issue for them.

Recently, I found myself in an uncomfortable situation; I was in the men’s section of a local department store buying pants.

In my mind, I am still that young man whose leg length is greater than his waist girth. So, I head to the changing room with two pairs of pants, one pair that agrees with my illusion, the other that I know I am going to purchase.

I came across a blank Father’s Day card the other day while cleaning off my desk at home.

I can’t tell you when I bought it or why it was never sent. Perhaps it was an extra card that I planned to send out for Father’s Day down the road.

It’s summertime and those pests are back.

No, I don’t mean the tourists, and shame on you for thinking about our valued guests that way! I’m talking about the bugs, the mosquitos and all their hungry friends, who now lie in wait just outside your door.