The chickens are going bald. It’s called molting and there’s not one thing that can be done about it. My sweet daddy recently became the caretaker of my flock and it’s worrying him to death. He’s under duress at the lack of eggs and the pitiful appearance of the once attractive birds. Unlike him, th...

It was a very special day last Wednesday as this newspaper celebrated its 120th anniversary. We held an open house where attendees could tour our newly renovated office building and of course we enjoyed a meal and a time of reflection about this newspaper.The first issue of The Jena Times was actual...

There was a time, dear children, when the experience of eating breakfast cereal was an adventure in itself. I refer to those carefree years of Count Chocula, Quisp the original sugar ladened Captain Crunch and the Sugar Smack bear that left a kid feeling full, carefree and on top of the world.Tony t...

In my mind, I had written four different versions of this week’s editorial since the assassination of Charlie Kirk last Wednesday. As with all stages ...

Last week I watched my family united in worship in a God-filled church service. My sons and their wives, my girl Vic, my four little grandsons, my bon...

“When a tyrant dies, his reign ends; When a martyr dies, his reign begins.” (Soren Kierkegaard, Danish philosopher and theologian).I was stunned to le...