Caley picked up her phone ( Read more... )

"I just noticed your shirt," Katelynn said, and laughed. She and TJ were the first ones to the meeting; we were hanging out in the PA Room with Caley. "I was looking at it, and I finally realized what that was ( Read more... )

"Now that you're back from spring break, it's time for an adventure," I said to Caley. "I found something interesting this morning. We're going to go out to Beech Creek tomorrow, and look for the grave of a Rough Rider ( Read more... )

"So I love the one where Marge is in a play, and she slashes Flanders with a bottle ( Read more... )

Some weeks, you just shouldn't get out of bed."You smell something?" I asked Sue ( Read more... )

The Record was already in my mailbox when I got up in the morning. With the dogs and Paul scooting around the kitchen floor together, I flipped it open, and there was my column about the week in 1904 when nothing happened in Mill Hall.  Across from it, above the fold, was the publicity piece Tori had done for us. With her by-line on it: "By Tori ( Read more... )

I managed to polish off two articles at work---One about the Honey Island Swamp Monster, and one about the Cannon Hole in Williamsport. We had a staff meeting, which was surprisingly painless, and then I jumped on my bike and  ran up to Bellefonte Avenue ( Read more... )

"Working on an article about the lying fake psychic who made up a story about the Mayer building, across the street," I said at the library. "I'm sick of hearing about that one. Time to show it's not real ( Read more... )

"Caley! Gotta show you this." I pulled my new intern into the Pennsylvania Room. "I'm actually pretty proud of this one ( Read more... )