We have all heard the expression “let the buyer beware.” In the original Latin, it was “caveat emptor,” which until recently I thought meant “give me your wallet,” as in “empty your pockets.” I was reminded recently that a buyer who is NOT wary can sometimes fall victim to a scam, or if not a scam, at least a misrepresentation.

Fifty two years ago today, I married the love of my life. Earlier this year I lost her. I don’t know how many more August 28s I have left, but I do know that this date on the calendar will never be the same.

Today I come before you with an essay certain to arouse your senses and send you into your evening full of good cheer. I think it should be obvious that I am speaking of -- are you ready for this? -- the comma.

Summer is going full blast, and you know what that means. Barbecue grills. Family vacations. Cedar Point. Algae blooms.

Once a year folks in Bowling Green head over to their favorite ice cream shop to show a little "sundae kind of love." Their reward: a purple t-shirt, some free ice cream, and the warm feeling that comes from knowing they've smacked cancer in its ugly face.

We're deep into the county fair season in Ohio, one of my favorite times of the year because of all the nostalgic entertainment it provides.

I’ve always been fascinated by history, especially as recorded in America’s newspapers long, long ago.

Maybe you've wondered how certain popular phrases came to be popular.

How and why did that expression become the benchmark against which we measure greatness?

Another baseball season is at the halfway point, and if ever we needed a reminder of saner times, it is now.