Articles by John Dorroh
Just last fall I commandeered an ATV (all-terrain vehicle) all over some privately owned property in Madison County in southwest Illinois
Columbus is a river town, so to start this week’s column, let me ask you a question about rivers.
OK, here it is: Does the water in a flowing river tend to move in a straight line, or does it meander from side to side? You have three seconds, so think quickly.
In October I ventured to Northport, Ala., to see what was going on at the Kentuck Festival of the Arts, an annual two-day conclave of artists whose work is top-notch.
I like a good hamburger, and I know how to spot one before it ever makes its way into my gullet. However, I usually don’t make it a habit to have them for breakfast. Let me tell you about a recent exception.
Re-inventing a local duo’s work identity: Recycling more than trash
Green, green, green — everything’s gone green. To tell you the truth, it’s often terribly difficult to tell whose green efforts are effective and who has simply jumped onto the bandwagon because it’s the cool thing to do.
One of my favorite teachers was Fran Land. She shared her love of art with me and all the kids at Caldwell Junior High way back in the late 1960s.
I can’t count the number of people I know who, because of the economic downturn, have had to take desperate measures in order to be able to bring money into their households. Just three weeks ago I drove one of my neighbors to Tupelo to catch a Greyhound to attend truck-driving school in Texas.
There was a time not so long ago when people would have laughed in your face if you had asked them to pay for drinking water. Those same people probably would not have bought into the idea of a portable telephone that could act as a camera, music center, GPS and a complete media center.