The game plan was well developed. Hungry for victory no matter the flavor of the opponent, the offensive strikes probed the objective with quick, decisive moves and devoured the competition. In a matter of moments, the Cereal Bowl was mine! In light of the glut of upcoming college football games, I’m a bit surprised my
Those who know me best are well aware of my proclivity for sporting events and country music. Give me a good ball game and some classic country tunes and I’m set for the duration. My long ago college days at the University of Houston produced more than an educational degree; it also planted the seeds
As the calendar flips to December this week marks the start of the high school basketball season. The action switches from the outside environs of football stadiums to the smaller indoor gymnasiums. The National Anthem and school fight songs will still be played but perhaps it might be a good idea if a recording of
H olidays arrive throughout the year, some of them we hold quite dear A ttempts have been made to move some to Monday, so they fall the day after Sunday P erhaps three-day weekends are the best, but they don’t define the holiday test P eople should remember what holidays are for, keeping in mind
This is the final segment of a four-part story of my July trip to Europe re-tracing the path my father, Ralph N. Lowery, took as a member of the Pennsylvania 28th Division during World War II. The segment reveals actions that took place in and around Hurtgen Forest and Bastogne, Belgium.
The sound was unmistakable. If you heard it once, you’ve never forgotten it. Indeed, I had heard it many, many times. The sound of a baseball coming off a bat in the acoustically challenged, antiquated gymnasium of South Williamsport’s Rommelt Building is like no other. As I approached the gym doors, an accompanying sound was
