Tim Timmons

I’d like to think that my talent with the written word is responsible for the landslide of response the last two weeks. But I suspect the topics – politics as usual and the insanity of our massive national debt – has far more to do with it. Whatever the reason, I’ll take it. The more…

Last week we, as in We The People, hit a financial landmark. We maxed out our credit card. Oh, the uppity ups in the government didn’t call it that. Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen explained that the U.S. reached its debt limit, a plain and simple way of saying, well, we maxed out the credit card.…

A good many of you responded to last week’s babblings about the fiasco the U.S. House went through in electing a Speaker. To a person, you agreed that it was just another example of the ineptitude our government sadly exhibits now. But a lot of you went further. Much further. The anger, the frustration, the…

The battle for Speaker of the House was irresistible to watch – irresistible in the same way a horrific car crash on the interstate is as you drive by. And even though most of the mess happened a week ago, it behooves us to not let this fiasco slip past like the regular stream of…

As of this writing, the Indianapolis Colts have not selected a coach. As I read and listen to the sports pundits, I hear something rarely heard in the sports world – unanimity. Jeff Saturday must go. Owner Jim Irsay would be committing franchise suicide should he drop the interim title from Saturday’s coaching resume and…

Newspapers attract the oddest people sometimes. I have had people waltz into my office to tell me about the alien spaceship that landed in their field as well as multiple folks who said they had to remain anonymous because they uncovered the JFK conspiracy and their lives were in danger. Still, last week, topped them…

As the Noblesville Times ends another year and inches closer to turning 120 years old, it seems a good time to reflect . . . as well as keeping one eye on the road ahead. After all, it’s not very wise to drive with both eyes constantly on the rear-view. First off, at the end…

I may have mentioned once or thrice that I love reading some of the folks in our paper. John Marlowe is a friend I’ve known for decades, although we fell out of touch for a while. Still, his wonderful perspective and amazing wit never cease to entertain . . . and often, make me think.…

I’m 65 years old and started working for my high school newspaper when I was a sophomore in 1972. If I’m counting on fingers and toes correctly, that means I’ve been involved with the craft for right at 50 years. During that time I’ve been fortunate to have a fair amount of reader reaction. Some…

Let me repeat something I wrote earlier. Jet lag is real. As of this writing, we have been home a little less than 24 hours. The clock and bright daylight tell me it’s mid-afternoon, but my body tells me it’s time for bed. In addition, my wife and I both feel like death eating a…