Tim Timmons
If Grandpa Could Only See Us Now . . .
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…
Read MoreTimmons Wages Battle Between Good, Evil
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…
Read MoreA Salute to Prep Athletes, One Last Time
One doesn’t need to look at a calendar to know spring is well under way. That means not too long from now, caps and gowns will be the order of the day . . . and boys and girls who are on the cusp of becoming young men and women will don the uniform bearing…
Read MoreWhat Does G League Decision Mean?
I grew up reading everything Don Jellison wrote. It’s no secret that he was one of my newspaper heroes – and after almost half a century in this business I have still never come across anyone in the small daily newspaper world who writes better than he did. So when the news broke last week…
Read MoreSlate Of Hate Has It All Wrong
How do you argue with . . . silly . . . illogical . . . nuts? Our world is upside down and I don’t know anyone who knows how to get it back. Case in point: A library allows sexually explicit books of – at best – questionable value and gets ripped for not…
Read MoreA Conversation With Greg Garrison
It’s his laugh that sets the tone. It comes out quickly and often. It’s a friendly laugh, one that brings you along instead of making you wonder who the joke’s really on. It’s a laugh resulting from years of good times, weathered by inevitable challenges. Greg Garrison is the kind of stand-up guy who goes…
Read MoreSharing Little Modern Humor
For the eight or nine of you who regularly read these scribbles, you know I don’t tend to pass on the modern version of the mimeographed office jokes we used to get back in the ‘70s. But sometimes I get one or three that seem worth passing along. I’m sorry I don’t know the author,…
Read MoreBouncing Around Like A Pinball . . .
Scattershooting while wondering what a jam session with John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, T-Bone Walker and Big Bill Broonzy might sound like . . . * * * THE ANNUAL Lincoln Day dinner was held earlier this week for the Hamilton County Republicans. The Grand Old Party has ruled the roost here for a long…
Read MoreA Conversation With the Future
For the regular eight or nine of you who read these scribblings, you may recall that I’ve written a time or two about AI – artificial intelligence. According to the experts at IBM, AI combines computer science and data to enable problem solving. According to sci-fi fans, AI is Skynet from the Terminator movies, the…
Read MoreHow Low Can We Go? Answers Are Evident
Remember Harry Belafonte’s version of the Limbo song. . . that rich baritone asking how low can you go? Harry is 96 today and I’m guessing might be surprised at the answer to that question. Why? Because today, in this country, we’re proving over and over and over we can go pretty doggone low. And…
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