Tim Timmons

By: Tim Timmons A date came and went quietly several days ago . . . and we purposefully did not make a big deal out of it. Our little media company started its 20th year. Hard to believe. The list of naysayers who said we wouldn’t make it a month, a year, two years and…

By: Tim Timmons If newsrooms are the brains and guts of a newspaper, then sports departments are surely the heart and soul. Over the decades, some of the best writing has graced sports columns – just one newspaper vagabond’s opinion. From Grantland Rice and Red Smith back in the day to Jim Murray, Bob Ryan,…

By: Tim Timmons Scattershooting while wondering whatever happened to Joe Besser . . . * * * AUG. 3, 1900 was the day Ernie Pyle was born. For those who know, no explanation is necessary. If you don’t, Ernie was born just up the road in little Dana, Ind. and became America’s most famous World…

By: Tim Timmons If Rick Vincent can write as well as he can talk, he’s likely got a best-seller on his hands. And after a quick run through the 399-page paperback, it certainly appears that he can. Vincent, a 1966 Noblesville High School graduate, recently completed a memoire that is currently available on Amazon, but…

By: Tim Timmons “Timmons, I can’t remember being this down.” The voice on the other end of the phone was clearly Bubba Castiron, a guy I loosely call a friend and one who is about 47 cards short of a full deck. Normally, he calls and tries some gimmick with a fake voice that takes…

By: Tim Timmons Getting older changes things, doesn’t it? (Yup, that was rhetorical.) When I was younger, I used to look forward to Saturdays. When I was really young, it meant no school, sleeping in, Saturday morning cartoons and in general playing all day. A few years after that, there was softball tournaments, golf outings…

By: Tim Timmons Next week we’ll be waving sparklers, rocking the red, white and blue and in general partying like it’s 1999. Except it’s not. Things were a lot better in 1999. I’ve been writing these Happy Birthday America columns for some time, dating back to the 1980s. For the first time in four decades,…

Seven months ago, John Marlowe was doing CrossFit workouts, writing a weekly column for The Paper of Montgomery County and the Noblesville Times and basically enjoying life. This week, he is dead. Cancer is an insidious beast. If he could, John would tell people that his legacy boils down to a few things: He would…

I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. There was an older man and little boy in front of me, and the little boy was chatting a mile a minute. The older man was smiling, nodding his head and not talking much. It made me think back to riding in the front…

Like a lot of you, I’m at the age where sleeping through the night is an elusive commodity. It’s not that I have trouble falling asleep. I’m usually lucky that way. It’s just I don’t stay asleep. The biggest issue is going to the bathroom. On a good night, that may only happen once or…