It took two minutes and eleven seconds to change the course of Cleveland sports history. The Cleveland Indians announced their name change to the Guardians on Friday morning in a video released on social media.
Remember the nursery rhyme “Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater?”
My only grandchild, my delightful granddaughter turns 20 today. I don’t even know what to do with that number. It means I’m old, like really old. And yet, I remember exactly where I was when I turned 20: at Kent State Ashtabula, taking classes for a journalism degree.
With COVID behind us and cruises ahead, Hubby and I spent the other night reminiscing about past cruises, including our unforgettable stop in Ochos Rio, Jamaica, about 12 years ago.
While vacationing in Florida two weeks ago, I decided to give Delightful Granddaughter a call.
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Today is a special day.
Faithful readers may recall Hubby and I are having a contest to see who can grow the biggest and best pumpkin to enter in the Ashtabula County Fair.
Facebook’s Oversight Board has both applauded and admonished Facebook for clamping a gag order on former President Trump the day after his supporters laid siege to the national Capitol.
Voltaire, the 18th century French writer-philosopher, preferred an enlightened aristocracy to democracy yet he eloquently embraced one of the latter’s most sacred tenets, the right to free speech.
This column sometimes comes easy. An idea forms in my mind and I run with it.
Talk about the Great Pumpkin!
I was thinking about the COVID-19 toilet paper shortage when I recalled the day someone covered our lawn in tacky tissue.
You’re short of breath and having chest pains. The emergency room stabilizes you and sends you home with instructions to see a cardiologist immediately. When you call to schedule an appointment, you’re told the doctor can’t see you for three weeks and doesn’t accept your insurance.
Since last summer when I started writing this column I have been blessed with many emails and letters in the mail from past friends and several new folks who offer their ideas and suggestions about Conneaut and Ashtabula County.
There were many times, I’m sure, when my mother was disappointed in me, but one memory is seared into my brain like rice scorched into the bottom of a forgotten pot on the stove. Imagine it’s your mom’s favorite pot. The one she inherited from the good grandmother.
If you saw a little old lady swinging a large stick while chasing a fox Wednesday afternoon in Jefferson, don’t be alarmed. It was my mother, a passionate chicken owner.
Hasbro’s announcement this week about Mr. Potato Head was quickly sliced and diced. Days later, the toymaker is still getting mashed and roasted on social media.
The Blizzard of 1978 spoiled me. Two weeks of below-zero temperatures, arctic wind and somewhere between a buttload and a metric ton of snow was a dream for northeastern Ohio kids.
“I may disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
It’s time for New Year’s resolutions. Most of us do them, but within three to six weeks we abandon them. I’ve done that for years.
In the mid-1970s, there were strong rumblings that U.S. Steel was considering putting a steel mill in Conneaut. Each day the rumors grew stronger.
Sunday marks 40 days and 40 nights wrongly wasted by President Trump and his allies in an attempt to subvert the will of the people, cancel the results of the presidential election, and keep him in power.
The reader wanted to know why his letter to the editor had not yet appeared in the newspaper.
Thanksgiving dinner was all done except for the brown-and-serve dinner rolls.
We’re getting ready for that dastardly four-letter word.
I’m going to guess it was 10 or 15 years ago, but my timeline could be off by a little.
Tonight, The Star Beacon election forum will be live on the Star Beacon’s Facebook page, giving voters a chance to hear from candidates in the Nov. 3 general election. The event is being done for the very first time and should be insightful and educational.
STREETSBORO — This was not a good year for area runners seeking to run the Boston Marathon.
Once again, Rolling Stone has come out with its updated list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.
My Grandpa Stack, being a farmer in his younger days, loved going to the Ashtabula County Fair every summer. Since I was around eight years old, he and my grandma would take me and two or three grandkids to the fair.
I am not a doctor. Nor do I play one on TV.
There is no arena more parochial than high school sports.
The Princess — also known as Erin Alexa Puskas — graduates from college in exactly a week.
Because the United States’ unrivaled resources of human and physical capital have only been idled, not obliterated, the recovery might begin with a bang, propelled by a burst of pent-up animal spirits. The recovery could, however, be unnecessarily anemic, for two reasons.
“And you never did think
It has been just over a week since an attempt to do something good ... took an odd turn.
I was going to write a column about finding joy in the simple things, about the importance of staying calm during the Age of Coronavirus, about how when you can’t do anything else, you can sing.
In addition to the truly grave aspects of the COVID-19 pandemic, a first-world problem that parents all over America are facing — along with looking for a creative and non-abrasive substitute for toilet paper — is how to keep their children wholesomely occupied while schools are closed. This…
During my more than 25 years as Geauga County Prosecutor, I encountered my fair share of terrible crimes, but few haunt me more than those of sexual violence.
It used to be time to make the donuts. Now it’s time to throw them, especially when our coffee order isn’t right.
If there’s one lesson I’ve learned since being sent to represent the people of Northeast Ohio in the U.S. House of Representatives, it’s that Washington is often filled with excuses.
There are currently a couple of commercials for a luxury vehicle in which a woman arrives home — ostensibly after a tough day — only to confront some form of chaos happening there.
What a great holiday season it is.
Oh swell. The Republican Senate’s so-called “moderates,” who combine big talk with little action and fuse noble rhetoric with hapless inertia, appear to be readying themselves for another year of deeming certain Trump desecrations as “unhelpful” or “unwise.”
ORWELL [emdash] Beau E. Millberg, age 41 of Orwell, died Wednesday, July 21, 2021 at the Ashtabula Co. Medical Center. He was born July 11, 1980, the son of David L. & Doreen L. (Buckley) Millberg and resided in Gastonia, NC for several years before returning to this area four years ago.…
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