By Columnist Bob Bridge Peace in the Middle East. Ponder that phrase. I spent more than three decades writing editorials about local...

Columnist Bob Bridge: October is here, send up a cheer! Since I was a child I’ve heard wordsmiths wax rhapsodic about

COLUMNIST BOB BRIDGE: I certainly have learned to admire goodness over greatness.

Columnist Bob Bridge It was a simple question, one I should have fielded with little difficulty. “How are you today, Bob?” the waitress...

By COLUMNIST BOB BRIDGE: My remembrances of 9/11 remain sharp and vivid following 22 years. I was in the WBIW radio studio doing my show wh

Columnist Bob Bridge: It was my favorite commercial. A sorrowful soul, trapped in a wintry wonderland, peered into the camera

Women, women, women! So soft and pretty, yet particularly problematic and perplexing. Relationships? Yes, I’ve experimented with my fair

Columnist Bob Bridge

I’m an upbeat sort of guy. I prefer that state of mind. However, not every day is blessed with fun and laughter. Today’s subject is

Four years ago I penned a column about the upcoming presidential election. I sensed a serious undercurrent of concern permeating our

Since early adulthood, I've spent many an hour perusing and pondering the essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson.

By BOB BRIDGE It was that time of year. Just as sure as eggnog would magically appear on grocery shelves across Lawrence County, my mom...

BY COLUMNIST BOB BRIDGE: Peace of mind. The vast majority of us seek it. In the chaotic, complex world in which we reside today,

By BOB BRIDGE There’s no feeling quite like rediscovering an old treasure. It’s such an unexpected treat.

By BOB BRIDGE: Chris Couch, my longtime pal and neighbor, peered westward toward the setting sun, squirmed in his chair, then stared

A dreamer with the determination to achieve his lofty goals, Carl relied on a can-do spirit, refusing to permit discrimination and

Lauren, a 20-year-old student at Indiana University, disappeared from Bloomington after a night of partying with acquaintances.

Look it up in an encyclopedia and Bill appears with sleeves rolled above his elbows.

Watching the sun sink into the Gulf of Mexico from a 22nd-floor perch atop a Panama City Beach condo makes a guy perceive the planet as

John Lowery, aka Big Daddy, was a mountain of a man. Eyes twinkling behind Coke-bottle spectacles, he loomed large as one of Lawrence County