One of the pitfalls of this job is having mistakes pointed out to you, especially typos on the front page. I look over page one many times, and the final thing I do is spell check all the headlines. Unfortunately, when I do misspell something, that is actually a word when misspelled, spell c…
I’m pretty much tired of COVID-19, statue destruction, anarchists in the streets of major U.S. cities, and the ridiculous groundswell of support in some areas of our great nation to defund police, or otherwise come up with some new way of policing.
Last Thursday a March for Equality was held in Rockport. It was peaceful, and I’m thankful it was. Personally, had anything gotten out of hand the message, at least in my mind would have been lost.
Sunday is Father’s Day, a day men like me are celebrated. It’s also a day I honor my father, and my sons-in-law who are dads to my grandchildren.
Five grandchildren in the fold this week makes for one crazy week at the Probst homestead. My older sister and brother-in-law had grandchildren first and started their “Cousin Camp” a few years before us. We more or less stole the idea, and started “Camp NaniPoppie” shortly after our first g…
Texans have been witnessing things that would have been unthinkable until now: Surge teams, testing of nursing homes for COVID-19 and the National Guard helping to disinfect nursing home facilities around the state.
I was going to focus on my father’s 90th birthday this week, but then all hell broke loose in the streets of major cities across our nation after a rogue white cop from Minneapolis, captured on video, senselessly took the life of another human being, George Floyd, who is black.
As we are all aware, our normal schedules have been on tilt for a while. This past weekend, however, really felt strange.
We’ve all been living under some version of a local stay at home order since the end of March, and I’m just about ready to see everything open up and be back to a “real” normal.
Monday marks the end of an era in Fulton. Jimmy Kendrick is walking away from public service. He served Fulton as mayor since the day he was appointed to the position in July 2011.
We are all going through a lot in our lives right now with the reality (and yes, even the hype) of COVID-19. It came at a particularly bad time … when the majority of Aransas County residents and business owners were starting to see a real light at the end of the tunnel after Hurricane Harvey.
During this coronavirus pandemic, access to accurate and trustworthy information in your community is as critical to life under quarantine and as sought after as hand sanitizer and face masks.
I know I speak for everyone when I say, “I’m ready for things to get back to normal.” I also bet County Judge C.H. “Burt” Mills, Rockport Mayor Pat Rios, and Fulton Mayor Jimmy Kendrick are ready for a little normalcy, as well.
So much has been seen, read, or heard by all of us since the coronavirus put a halt to normal daily activities.
I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t designed to sit around all weekend watching Netflix or non-stop COVID-19 news.
The Lenten season and Holy Week have been a bit different this year due to COVID-19. Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, will really be strange for Christians across the world who are used to attending church for what is commonly understood as one of the two biggest days of the Church year (the other o…
Okay, basically we have a little more than three weeks of this stay at home stuff behind us. It’s not going to be a lot of fun the next couple of weeks, at a minimum, but we all have to do our part and power through this situation.
The rapid spread of the novel coronavirus has taken a tremendous toll on the physical and financial health of the American people. As the number of cases has soared, medical professionals and leaders at every level have made a single, critical request: stay home.
Four weeks ago I wrote in this space about looking forward to Fulton Oysterfest. Life has changed a bit since then.
This marks my third column during the “local” Coronavirus (COVID-19) period. One day, hundreds of years from now, somebody will look back at this period as if it was something like the Precambrian eon or the Mesozoic era.
The Coronavirus (COVID-19) has taken on a life of its own in our country since I wrote my column last week. I not here to write about how many things have been cancelled, or to provide a bunch of coronavirus information this week. I’m sure you are seeking all the information you need and/or …
Like most of you, we are all aware of the coronavirus, but how exactly does it compare to the normal flu strains that kill thousands of people every year?
The weather still can’t make up its mind, but the internal clock of Aransas County residents, and individuals across our great state, know it’s time for Fulton Oysterfest.
This is an update on the available public information about Steel Dynamics Inc.’s plan to build a large new steel manufacturing plant in San Patricio County northeast of Sinton, and to discharge 1.56 MILLION GALLONS PER DAY of “treated” industrial waste water from steel making operations in…
Before I get started this week, I need to make a correction regarding last week’s column about the new push for a “healthy” Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA) Huddle group at Rockport-Fulton High School.
Being a preacher’s kid, I was a regular attendee at church and Sunday school, as well as a forced attendee to some church activities other children were not subjected to. I’m not saying that was bad, it’s just how it was.
Like most of you, watching the Super Bowl with friends (for the first half at least) highlighted my weekend. I made my way home to watch the second half from the comfort of my recliner.
All day Sunday I was glued to the tube watching the news reports about the tragic death of Kobe Bryant and his daughter, along with seven other people, in a fiery helicopter crash in California.
Nearly 40 years in the newspaper business, 36-plus of which has been spent in Aransas County, there’s not much that catches me off guard.
Something happened at our house during Christmas that was sneakily mysterious. In a single afternoon our kitchen was transformed into a health food mecca.
(Editor’s note: Today I lend my space to Jennifer Shaw, J.D., Georgetown University Law Center Class of 1978, for her opinion regarding the planned steel manufacturing plant in Sinton.)
Welcome to the year 2020!
I will forever remember Christmas 2019 with a thankful heart, and gratitude to the Man upstairs.
Have you ever had an argument with your spouse because he or she didn’t hear what you thought you said, or he or she heard something you didn’t say?
Last week my wife took me to Hawaii to celebrate our 35th anniversary. The only disappointment was I demanded we fly, and not ride her Wave Runner. She loves that sucker and only relented after I convinced her refueling would be a problem during a 2,500-mile trip halfway across the Pacific Ocean.
Ever since I turned 60 articles about aging, retirement, etc. seem to catch my eye a little faster then when I was, say, 59. I guess that’s only natural, but I don’t think my being 60 is much different than any other age I’ve attained in recent years.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
There was an article in the Sunday edition of the Corpus Christi Caller-Times by Metro Creative Connection about food allergies. It addressed the question, “Why are food allergies on the rise?”
Well, it’s that time of the year.
Last Wednesday I celebrated a milestone birthday eating dinner with my wife. This past weekend I celebrated the big 6-0 with the entire wolf pack at Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine.
I remember when my grandparents turned 60. I thought they were really, really old.
What about them Astros? I bet ol’ Jerry Jones wishes he owned the Houston MLB team so he could have a non-aged ring on his finger earned by a winning team! But, then again, if Jones owned the Astros, they probably wouldn’t have won it all two years ago, with the possibility of doing it again…
If I had to choose only one level of sports to watch the rest of my life, it would be the college level.
How many of you use baking soda (Sodium bicarbonate) for something other than baking?
This week I’m addressing a little bit of everything – from taking our oldest grandson to his first Aggie football game, and the deaths of a longtime former employee and a friend who offered up some social media tips in the wake of Hurricane Harvey, to tiny houses on wheels.
I read an article recently authored by Adrienne McIlvaine. In it she wrote, “The Greatest Generation bravely fought the horrors of World War II in order to bring about lasting peace throughout the world. The baby boomers grew up in the post-war period and shaped the world as we know it. But …
I was raised to admit when I made a mistake. This week, I have to admit a whopper – something I haven’t done in 38 years in the newspaper business.
Where were you 18 years ago today?
As I write this (Monday night) I have now idea what damage Hurricane Dorian is going to do to the mainland USA. The few pictures I’ve seen out of the Bahamas is heart wrenching.
What a weekend commemorating the second anniversary of Hurricane Harvey. I’m not going to dwell on it much in this space because the storm has been thoroughly covered in your hometown newspaper, and coverage of this past weekend’s events is well documented in this edition.
What were you doing 728 days ago?