By someone who’s definitely not lactose intolerant but would risk it anyway Don’t ask me how I know, but July 25th is National Ice Cream Sundae Day, which means it’s the one day a year when it’s socially acceptable to have your entire daily calorie intake served in a bowl, covered in chocolate syrup and
A happy summer to everyone. There is so much good going on in our neck of the woods; we all need to find positivity and pass it on with a side of kindness. This especially holds true on the highways. I’m just putting this out there in the most straightforward way possible; everybody makes mistakes
I am not emotionally prepared to say goodbye to summer. The long days, the late nights, the obscene amount of ice cream I have ingested recently — it’s all been a dream. That said, reality (and algebra) is looming, and it might be time to start reeling in that “stay-up-till-2-a.m.-watching-random-YouTube-videos” sleep schedule. Let’s be honest:
The middle of July can mean just one thing in these parts; it’s time for the Lycoming County Fair. This especially holds true in the eastern end of the county. What a great All-American event that celebrates the area we call home. This week’s cover informed me this is the 154th celebration of farming, food,
Ah, July. The month where your car becomes a sauna, the deodorant of those around you is tested hourly, and the dog refuses to go outside unless bribed (but also refuses to come back inside unless bribed. Having dogs is a weird dynamic). But it’s also National Watermelon Month, and that’s something worth celebrating —
Thank you to Editor Steph for holding my page last week. At the end of her column, she mentioned that I would have something special to share with you this week. Before I get to that, I have a few Fourth of July thoughts. As you’re enjoying everything that is our 249th Independence Day, please
As I’m writing this, it’s Friday, June 27th. And y’all. It’s been a week. I could use several expletives to describe the weather this week, most of which include references to the devil and the home in which he lives. We have also been on the struggle bus as far as technology is concerned in
Allegedly…It’s summer. I guess? Maybe? IDK. As of me writing this, it’s like 75°, and raining — again. But I hear that by the time you read this, it’s going to be 97° and sunny. But then again, depending on when you get the paper, it may be raining — again. No matter the weather,
My column was all but penned out in my mind; it was to be a celebration of Manager Tom O’Malley’s Lady Mountie softballers and Manager Jeremy Eck’s Montoursville Warrior baseballers. My hope was both won their way onto the cover as PIAA state champion. It was to be a lead-up for our June 25th cover,
Summer officially arrives on Friday, y’all!! That magical season when the sun is shining, the grill is sizzling, and every dog in the neighborhood suddenly believes they’re a lizard who must lie belly-up on the pavement to absorb maximum rays. While we all love the warm weather, summer can be downright dangerous for our furry
A tip of my Webb Weekly baseball cap with the American flag to all the dads out there. We are at a time in history when we need more men stepping up to fill the fatherly role, not just to father children. Being a dad through the good, the bad, and often the unexpected is
Father’s Day stirs up all kinds of feelings. For some, it’s backyard barbecues, crayon-scribbled cards, and bear hugs. For others, it’s more complicated — maybe it’s a reminder of someone who wasn’t there, or of a relationship that didn’t quite live up to what it should have been. Whatever your experience, one truth stands out:
