“But when people stop talking, really bad stuff starts. When marriages stop talking, divorce happens. When civilizations stop talking, civil war ensues. When you stop having a human connection with someone you disagree with, it becomes a lot easier to commit violence against that group. What we as a culture have to get back to
The last few years, I’ve really focused on the importance of taking care of myself — both physically and mentally. At some point, you hit a certain age where you realize — you can’t just do whatever you want anymore. (Does admitting that make me sound old? Probably.) This isn’t about being selfish; it’s about
I can remember that bright blue sky and early sunshine like it was only yesterday. It could not have been a more beautiful late summer morning. As I started the workweek, Imus in the morning was on the radio; the first report on the show was that a small aircraft had flown into one of
Thursday will mark the 24th anniversary of the 9/11 Terrorist Attacks on the US. As you go about your day, please take a moment to remember those who lost their lives that day. ‘Tank’ Baird, Todd Winder, and everyone from the 9/11 Memorial Coalition and the Clinton Township Volunteer Fire Company work tirelessly to make
As I sat in a chair with my dog, Buck, at my parents’ house during a Labor Day picnic, I glanced over at Finn, their dog, struggling to climb out of the pool. Age has begun to slow him down, and in that quiet moment, watching him, a wave of reflection came over me. It’s
Every couple of years, I find myself feeling the need to update parents on where we are with kids and the online world. Tech changes fast, and kids rotate apps more often than their wardrobe. Keeping up to date can be tough, so I try to help as much as I can. When most parents
The stories that surround the Little League World Series are usually as good as the event itself. They often involve local folks who love and support the event in so many ways. This year was no different, only with an aviation twist. It goes all the way back to when this young boy was asked
We are around three weeks out from the first day of fall, but I can already feel the change coming. It’s a lot darker when the dogs take their last trip outside for the night, the nighttime temps are definitely cooler, and you can just ~smell~ fall in the air. With a new season approaching,
Hi everyone — I’m Jimmy Webb III, and I’m starting this series to share a little bit about life as someone in my late twenties, figuring it all out one day at a time. I like to call myself a “new adult,” even though I’m 29 — and yes, I know that sounds funny, but
Before we get to the heart of the order regarding all that’s going on, I have a little business-related item to cover. After talking about my lifetime ties to Kane Street and Little League days, several folks asked me where the Webb Weekly was moving to. I had covered this in a previous article, and
This year’s been… a lot. First, I lost my Rottweiler, Bulleit. He was my buddy, my protector, Mama’s big baby boy. Losing him was gut-wrenching. Anyone who’s had a pet cross the Rainbow Bridge knows the ache it leaves behind. I won’t dwell on it too long — partly because it still stings, and partly
What an amazing time of year to live in our little corner of God’s green earth. First up, if you are in town for the 78th playing of the Little League World Series, let me welcome you. I wish you and your team, as you spent this summer on this fantastic journey, good luck, great
