As I was preparing to pen this article this past Friday, the snow apocalypse was on its way. All week, I had heard how the worst snowstorm ever was closing in on our Nation, especially our area. By the time you’re reading this, you’ll know the answer to the question: How much snow did we
Last week’s column had a lot of folks commenting they couldn’t believe it’s our 24th year. Many would then share a thought about my Father. Some asked, just how the Webb Weekly began? So, here ya go… It was the week between Christmas and New Year’s of December 2002. My Father called me and had
I don’t know about you, but that was just too much of a holiday break. I’m hoping it was just the way the calendar fell this year, and this isn’t going to become the new reality. The two groups of people I heard from with the most complaints were parents and business owners. Parents, because
Before I share my holiday greetings just a reminder this will be our last publication of 2025. The next time I share my thoughts with you will be January 7, 2026. It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the house, there is so much stirring, I hope the cat gets the mouse. I’m sure
‘Tis the season to view the glass half full and be grateful you got to drink the other half. This applies whether you’re sipping eggnog, hot chocolate, or your favorite holiday cocktail. As you are celebrating this joyous season with family and friends, please check the political conversation and anything that may be perceived as
Wow, the days fly by this time of year as fast as Santa and his trusted reindeer can get from one rooftop to another. As I traveled around in the snow-covered brilliance of the great place we call home, the perfect song was playing on the radio: Dean Martin’s “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” As always,
