THE HUNTING SEASON for black bear has begun. I heard on the wireless that officials are asking that hunters not shoot bears that have been banded for tracking purposes.
The lady of the little house is a saint. This is well established, but it keeps being reinforced. Last week, she promised to take oldest grandson, Ike, and a friend to a new mini-golf joint.
Summer, such as it has been, flies by. I do not eagerly await its passing, but I am looking forward to an event at the end of August.
A BLACK AMERICAN and an American of Hispanic descent walk into a New Hampshire diner. (Stop me if you’ve heard this one.)
MUCH OF THE political reaction to the arrest of Jeffrey Woodburn last week would once have been considered astonishing but is now the new normal.
IKE, back from Boy Scout camp, presented the lady of the little house and his PopPop with a gift he purchased at the camp store. It’s the thought that counts, but I’m worried that he is trying to tell us something about our advanced age with this walking stick.
Our editorial last week regarding President Trump siding with a Russian KGB thug vs. America, and then saying he misspoke, drew varied reactions. Of course, he then reversed course again and said what he said was just “fake news.” Your guess is as good as mine as to where he will be next week.
I went to brain camp last week. Oldest grandson Ike was at his first week-long, away-from-home Boy Scouts Camp, so I figured in solidarity I should do one, too. I think he had more fun.
The Weeks State Park Association was kind enough to invite me to be a part of its summer-long Thursday evening speaker series. The weatherman is going to have to outdo himself to get a more beautiful afternoon than the one he picked for me on the first day of summer.
Nice job by Canaan Elementary School kids getting the Legislature to proclaim the New Hampshire Red hen as our official state poultry.
Overheard in a waiting room the other day (at a business that wisely keeps multiple copies of the Union Leader available.)
The Department of Motor Vehicles has a new online program that allows you to see how long you are likely to have to stand in line for a new license at the DMV. This is a horrible idea.
The pioneer women from America’s frontier past had nothing on the lady of the little house.
You may have seen our recent stories about a New Hampshire Marine who fought and died on a South Pacific island in World War II.
One of the questions I get asked most about running the newsroom is how we handle breaking news, especially when there are conflicting reports about what really happened.
THE FAMILY has been considering a sea cruise. I was all for it, figuring that with the continued spring-like weather we have been having, now would be the time for the Caribbean.
My father used to say (and he cleaned this up from the original) that everyone thinks they can do three things in life better than anyone else: Start a fire, drive a car, and run a newspaper.
John Kasich dropped by the Union Leader offices last week. Colleagues either (a) wanted to be photographed with him or (b) sign up for his campaign or (c) asked me if he had told me if he’s running.
We welcomed members of the Greater Manchester Chamber of Commerce to the newly-renovated Union Leader offices at 100 William Loeb Drive recently. It was one of the chamber’s “Network P.M.” events in which a business member serves as cohost with the chamber. “Networking” is the operative word.
The 50th anniversary of a particular New Hampshire Presidential Primary doesn’t mean that our first-in-the-nation primary is 50 years old. It’s all in how you construct your sentences.
My Aunt Phyllis is an extraordinary woman. She lives near St. Paul in her home state of Minnesota. She has been a school board member, the mayor, and a state senator (until one of a powerful political family named Mondale decided to run).
NBC television's ratings for the Winter Olympics have been way, way down this year. I blame the ice-skating commentator with the bizarre hairdo. But it could also be the Jamaican women’s bobsled team’s bobsled.
Sometimes, I feel as old as Abraham Lincoln, which may be in part because we share a birthday. And, no, it is not today, and today is not “Presidents Day.” That was Richard Nixon’s executive order one year.
SADLY THE NEW England Patriots cannot win the Super Bowl every year, though it may have seemed that way heading into Super Bowl LXII.
When last we left our hero (that would be me), our office relocation within the Union Leader building was nearly complete. It still is.
If all goes according to the grand plan, the new visitors’ entrance to the Union Leader is open for business today and the aging publisher will be in his former office in our newly-expanded newsroom this morning.
I don't like the term President Trump used last week in describing certain countries. Our newspaper refrained from spelling it out in headlines but used it in the story, much to my chagrin. (Even in the communications business, communications sometimes fail.)
We are in the midst of change here. A new content management system is now largely in place on the print side of the Union Leader. It is in place, but it still doesn’t fit quite right. It has been giving us hiccups with some stories cut off and others repeated in full on the “continued” page…