Davie Gene Adair

October 14, 1949 – August 16, 2022 Davie Gene Adair, age 72, of Sheridan, Indiana, passed away on Tuesday evening, August 16, 2022, at Riverview Health in Noblesville. Born October 14, 1949 in Lebanon, Indiana, he was the son of the late Byron Eugene “Gene” Adair and Janie Frances (Barber) Adair-Boyer. The Mayor of Jerkwater…

Read More

Donald M. Bannon

May 27, 1935 – August 22, 2022 Donald M. Bannon, 87, of Noblesville, passed away on Monday, August 22, 2022 at his home surrounded by his family. He was born on May 27, 1935 to Roy and Leota (Osborne) Bannon in Noblesville, Indiana. Mr. Bannon was a 1955 graduate of Noblesville High School and proudly…

Read More

Michael Wayne Hadley

May 22, 1957 – August 16, 2022 Michael Wayne Hadley, age 65, passed away peacefully at his home in Logansport, Indiana on Tuesday morning, August 16, 2022. He was born on May 22, 1957 in Noblesville, Indiana, son of the late Charles Darrel and Mary Anna (Cline) Hadley. Mr. Hadley was a 1977 graduate of…

Read More

Peter Fulton Loves Singing to Others

20-Year-Old Wins2nd Overall Vocalat Indiana State Fair Peter’s Fulton best advice for young singers? “When you’re performing, don’t focus on sounding ‘good.’ Focus on telling the audience a story. If you try to sing perfectly, you’d be putting too much pressure on yourself. But if you try to tell a story, you’ll be letting the…

Read More

Daily Almanac: Aug. 23, 2022

Sunrise/Sunset: RISE: 7:03 a.m. SET: 8:29 p.m. High/Low Temperatures: High: 83 °F Low: 59 °F Today is…: • Buttered Corn Day • Internaut Day • Valentino Day What Happened On This Day: • 1939 Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact is signed • 1944 Romania switches sides in World War II • 1966 First photograph of the Earth taken…

Read More

A Night of Make-Believe

Close your eyes. Wait a minute! What am I thinking? That won’t work. How are you going to read the rest of this experiment if your eyes are closed? Let’s start again. Make-believe that your eyes are closed. That’s better! And it is a perfectly acceptable preamble to what’s coming next. Because from this point…

Read More

Marta, Me and Piccolina

I was walking down an old street in an old part of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Brightly colored wooden doors lined the streets. There was no indication from the outside what might be within. It could be a courtyard filled with flowers and a fountain, or a small business, or somebody’s kitchen. It is…

Read More