Magnesium is one of Earth’s most precious and rare minerals.
To me, it is, anyway.
A correspondent on The Independent’s editorial page Tuesday posed an interesting question. He was critical of a presentation made last week at an educational conference at Ashland Community and Technical College.
Halloween is Saturday and trick or treat is ... well, whenever it is. The old custom of going out on Oct. 31 has become passe for the most part, with cities setting whatever date they decide they like.
Usually I complain about my boy dog, Manny, but today I give him some credit.
I’m beginning to think that the mental-health field is going to have a whole new subspecialty in the not-too-distant future.
Oddly, the lost note mentioned at the top of last week’s column was for a business I had already decided to track down for more information.
Still in recovery mode, I have made some progress toward cutting back on my activities.
I know someone sent a note regarding a new cafe or restaurant (it specifically mentioned vegetable soup), although I’ve searched my files and e-mail and can’t seem to find it. I suspect the information is hiding in plain sight, but it has eluded me after a thorough search.
I’ve been keeping a wary eye on the filming of celebrity chef Jamie Oliver’s quote, unquote reality TV show in Huntington.
I’m having some fairly mixed feelings about it, too.
You read it here first — I’m giving up playing the lottery.
For a long time before I was admitted to the hospital, I was sick with digestive problems.
The so-called outlaw biker culture, it would seem to me, has become ingrained with and assimilated into American popular culture over the past several decades.
Baseball has taken a back seat to football the last few weeks, but it’s back in the spotlight.
The one-game playoff is a beautiful thing. It’s one and done. That’s why the NFL and college basketball are so popular, especially come postseason time.
Horses are beautiful animals, but we are not close.
Although I gave it a good try, I have never been much of an equestrian.
Kentucky was right on the verge. Not of winning the game, necessarily, but of taking the lead and the ball on a play that could have changed the outlook of the remainder of the game.
A second failed opportunity by the UK offense in Alabama territory set up a second punt by Ryan Tydlacka to inside the 5-yard line.
I’ve been practically fantasizing about homemade vegetable soup for the past few days after a close encounter with the fall and wintertime favorite at Jim’s Hot Dogs & Spaghetti in the Camayo Arcade Building on Winchester Avenue in Ashland.
The other day, during a somewhat slack period in The Independent newsroom, myself and two of my esteemed colleagues, Mike James and Tim Preston, had a rather interesting conservation.
I don’t consider myself to be an uptight person. I’m far from it, in fact.
I invented a really cool game this week and immediately knew I’d have to write about it in this spot.
Being off work for a few weeks, I’ve found it difficult to pass the time.
According to USHoleInOne.com, which insures hole-in-one contests, the odds of getting a hole-in-one on a par-3 are 12,500 to 1 for an amateur.
Jim Armstrong has done it 38 times.
They will be talking about this one years from now.
A lot of people are starting to identify me as “the guy who writes about the restaurants and stuff.”
I have been simultaneously shocked, saddened, engrossed and repulsed as details have emerged over the past few days in the murder case involving former Kentucky lawmaker and gubernatorial candidate Steve Nunn and his ex-fiancée, Amanda Ross.
During my weeklong hospital stay, I came face to face with some of my fears.
I’ll admit it. I was a little scared to support my team with a jersey or even a hat in Cleveland’s season opener on Sunday.
Now I’m ashamed I didn’t.
Before you start to think I’m just another embarrassed but loyal Browns fan, I should do a little explaining.
As a structured settlement consultant, I go to mediations and settlement conferences with people who anticipate receiving large sums of money.
Sensory deprivation works. As I write, I am one day out of a six-night hospital stay.
This has been an unusual week in the sense that I could write this entire column about nothing but new hair salons.
Jack Crist called the other day and asked me why everyone in recent stories was referring to the building on the corner of Winchester Avenue and 17th Street as the Sears Building.
One week ago today — Sept. 2 — my wife, granddaughter and I took an unscheduled but not unplanned trip to Brooklyn.
CNBC superstar Maria Bartiromo, Fox Business News host Dave Ramsey and myself have one thing in common.
None of us have credit cards.
I enjoyed a late dinner at Rajah’s Family Restaurant at the Meade Station along U.S. 60, and spent a few minutes talking with owner Ron Elliott, who is convinced the nation’s economic problems just might be too great or any single president to overcome.
Former CIGNA insurance executive Wendell Potter was on Bill Moyers Journal a few weeks ago and cited a stunning statistic.
I have been out of school for a very long time, but I still have seen the inside of a classroom now and then.
After several failed attempts, we finally made our way to Rosie’s Restaurant on U.S. 60 near the Boyd and Carter County line for a Saturday afternoon lunch. There were two homegrown tomatoes ripening in the sun on an ice freezer in front of the restaurant when we arrived, and something told me we were going to enjoy our meal.
I never ceased to be amazed, and, yes, amused by the stupid stuff that people do.
For the past decade, our leaders decided that the rules of economics didn’t apply. It got us into a financial crisis.
I missed most of the action during Race Days in Raceland and don’t believe I did much of a job when writing it up for the newspaper.
He’s 67 years old and getting married for the first time.
Even though I like things neat and organized. I’m mostly just organized.
I have raised my fist in anger several times in recent days after hearing someone ask, “Who was Les Paul?”
For the past few weeks, I’ve written about the old Armco Field and some of the amazing events that took place there.
I now know for certain that I’m not the only person who has had to tackle the problem of a dog covered in liquid filth.
By the time you read this, a new school year will have begun in most, if not all, of the districts in the region.
Since I’ve become a widow, several people have asked me if I think I’ll get married again someday.
Two of Rose Hill Christian’s most prominent basketball players — a boy and a girl — have enrolled at Fairview High School.
Star Elementary is one of the smallest schools in northeast Kentucky. I drove down there Thursday because it was the first day of school in the Carter County district and I wanted to try to recapture some of the sensations of that yearly kickoff.
I ended up taking a shower with my big, fluffy dog last week after he escaped and returned home saturated in a combination of raw sewage and dead animal. I was stunned by the dog’s ability to absorb such an abundance of stinkiness, and he still had a distinct “funk” on him even after several shampoos and rinses.
I keep a running list, of sorts, in my head of various things that were once valued parts of our lives here in the good ol’ US of A that seem, for whatever reason, to have disappeared.