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Basement memories

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched As we sat in our basement last Sunday morning around 3:30 a.m. thanks to tornado warnings, I couldn’t help remembering another basement from long ago. My…





Goodbye, my heart

By STU CLAMPITT Chasing Wisdom Two weeks ago, I was driving my daughter down some miscellaneous midnight road to deliver stacks and packs of The Reporter. She sat beside me…


Lead me not to be funny turned

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “Well, she is just a bit funny turned,” said my mother. Oh, I knew exactly what my mother meant whenever she said anyone…