The Wellsville Sun

  • Thirty-seven years ago, on 15 October, Kirk Gibson stepped up to home plate in Dodger Stadium in Game 1 of the World Series between the Dodgers and the Oakland Athletics. He was suffering from a swollen, shredded ligament in his right knee and a strained left hamstring. Tommy Lasorda wasn’t going to play him, but

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  • Early one morning, I took a virtual stroll (more accurately, scroll) through the village of Richburg, New York. An article in The Wellsville Sun about a house on the market precipitated my walk. I decided to stop by the cemetery to pay my respects to family buried there. A virtual stroll. While clicking the arrows,

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  • Censors sneak up right before your eyes in broad daylight. They aren’t figures lurking in a dark alley on a rainy night waiting to mug you as you make your way from a subway entrance. The censors wear tailored suits. They act quickly. A few people look up at the glass and steel towers housing

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  • I had more than a few reservations about writing a blog. In today’s environment, we are inundated with podcasts, posts, tweets, videos from various sources, and round-the-clock news. “Why bother?” I asked myself. The last time I had a blog, The Woodhull Arts Journal, a few people were offended. They took the time to send

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  • On April 14th, Bob Confer wrote an article for The Wellsville Sun titled “The Deadly Stress of Farming: New York farmers are committing suicide at alarming rates, help is available.” His piece has haunted me since reading it. I am a descendant of farmers in rural New York state. My mother’s father and her grandfather

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