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It was a grand day for the Pope to come to Tellers Gap.
It was also a shame that His Holiness had no idea what a grand celebration had been planned in his honor.
The best angle for pictures at Berkeley on Wednesday afternoon was along the third base line with the sun at my back, and coincidentally right next to the visiting Conway Tiger dugout.
Just about ready to lose the District 5 championship to the Lady Stags, Conway’s phenom and USC signee Evan Child remarked – with an air of disdain mixed with cynical disbelief – that Berkeley only had two players “going on to school, the catcher and someone else.”
You hear about people ‘going green’ more and more these days.
Another PC term for it is called ‘downsizing.’
Yes, that’s right, you did not misread the title of this column. I … am Superman.
I am the Man of Steel.
Who knows how rumors like these get started?
Perhaps an overheard remark here or there, or a dropped name meant to impress a pretty woman who is definitely out of your league that is taken out of context by the party sitting at the next table over.
I’m not a real big fan of sports movies. My problem with sports movies is one thing: realism.
Guys like Tom Cruise act for a reason: they stink at sports.
I have a confession to make.
I love American Idol. I watch it whenever it’s on.
Good Glorious Morning Tellers Gap. WGTL We Got the Love news time is 6:05 a.m. It is a quiet morning in Tellers Gap. Temperatures are a little on the cool side. The First National Bank clock thermometer outside Studio A says it’s a brisk 46 degrees so bundle up those jackets on your way to work and school…
The Main Street Transit Car Company used to run a single streetcar up and down Main Street from the front steps of the Second First Baptist Church on the western most end through town and around the square on to its eastern most end and the steps of the First First Baptist Church.
When I lived in Atlanta I saw the Braves play perhaps once every two or three years.
I couldn’t see spending 30 bucks for a ticket that required a three-hour commute via MARTA down and a four-hour trip coming home.
I was reminded yet again last week that I am getting, not just older, but old.
I had made a batch of French fries for lunch on Friday afternoon and returned the bag of fries to its usual storage place – or so I thought.  On Sunday, when I wanted to make another batch of French fries, I opened the freezer door to find … nothing.
I am a baseball fan.
Before I ever became a baseball player, I was a baseball fan.  In fact, I probably became a baseball player because I was a baseball fan.
This is what started everything …
Dawn is just a faint smear of color staining the dark horizon behind him. To the west, far beyond the lake’s great dark windowpane, the first flickers of the approaching thunderstorm pulsate a muted yellow inside the chests of the great storm leviathans reaching for the top of the sky.
The Berkeley Independent is proud to present “My Hometown,” a continuing work of fiction by Dan Brown.

As a parent, sometimes I wonder if I did a good job raising my kids.
Parenting doesn’t come with an instruction manual. It’s purely a shoot-from-the-hip endeavor, regardless what Dr. Spock says.
Every minor league baseball player has his own Bull Durham story.
Filmmaker Ron Shelton who wrote Bull Durham played in the Baltimore Orioles organization around the same time I played for the Cubs. While he didn’t steal my story, he got his done first.