Tim Timmons

Regular readers of this space know that I am so very guilty of often making comparisons between the sports world and the business world. So sorry! Maybe it’s the fact that I used to be a sports writer. Maybe it’s because I like sports. Dunno. I think it really has a lot more to do…

The following is a true story. Really. No one can make this stuff up. On Dec. 15, I was working on a column about New Year’s resolutions and wrote the following: We are responsible for ourselves – if I keel over from a heart attack the fault doesn’t lie with McDonald’s because they make quarter…

To all our wonderful customers, By now you are used to your favorite Hamilton County daily doing things a little bit differently. It’s been a long (and short) 17 years since the little company that could was founded. Of course we never would have survived any of those 17 years if not for you. For…

Years ago . . . OK, decades . . . I penned a parody of Clement Clarke Moore’s outstanding work, The Night Before Christmas. I was a young sports writer and had some fun doing it, so every few years since then I try again. The coaches, who were gracious enough not to run me…

The clock is ticking and I’m minding my P’s and Q’s . . . because we all know Santa is watching. We’re in those final hours where I have been told he is firming up who ends up on the nice list and who goes down to the naughty list. So let’s all be on…

I love Christmas! From early, early memories more than 60 years ago of watching for Santa, to the year I found car keys in my sock (and a payment book), to early years of marriage and walks in the snow, to a few years later and seeing our girls fly down the stairs on Christmas…

I remember when I was a senior at Noblesville, the English department added a few different courses – one of which was philosophy. I liked pondering the big questions – like Bill Cosby’s query, why is there air – so I signed up. Jim Bray taught the class. That experience led to some great arguments…