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Gary Church: Dry ice, Ralph Kiner and ‘Popcorn Pete’
I've lost track of most of the kids I grew up with on the West Side. One of them was Pete Kearns. Pete lived on Boroline Street, right across the road from the ballfield we all played on.
Gary Church: Baby you can drive my car — but first I need to get one
I received the dreaded phone call that no one wants to get. Dean said, "There is nothing more we can do. Your car is not worth fixing." I lowered my head.
Gary Church: Here’s something for you to chew on — yes, I am an addict
There comes a time when an addict has to admit he has a problem and seek help. I have reached that stage of my life. There are several things to become addicted to. Mine is chewing on things.
Gary Church: My wife’s lucky I never got cold feet
I didn't have a Christmas list this year. Seems that everything I want, Santa can't afford. Desperately trying to think of something to get me, my wife asked if I would like a pair of slippers.
Gary Church: Better pack a lunch — it’s a slippery slope down memory lane
If this weather doesn't change pretty soon, I'll probably go nuts. Being cooped up in the house with no one else to talk to, my wife has felt led to share all of her childhood winter memories with me.
Gary Church: Now here’s a cool idea for a newspaper carrier
I have been a subscriber to the New Castle News since birth. Back in the good old days, a neighborhood kid would deliver the paper right to the door. Over the course of time, that has changed.
Gary Church: Chocolate and gravy? In the same sentence? Swwwweeet!
I have had a blast connecting with my long lost relatives in Kentucky. That is the area where my mother was born, and learned to cook. There were two very important foods she taught me to enjoy — fried chicken and homemade gravy.
Gary Church: My memory for names? It appears to be old news
I can't help but notice that I am the eldest of The News bloggers. They keep you informed about all their exciting activities, while I like to keep you up-to-date on getting old.
Gary Church: Memories of an old Kentucky home? No use crying over spilled milk
My mother was born in the teeny, tiny town of Willard, Ky. That was one of the exciting places I visited when Mom would take me on vacation. It was there that the Yates family tried to teach me how to milk a cow.
Gary Church: Yep, I won’t deliver your flowers anymore — but I’ll gladly accept them
I've been delivering flowers on Mother's Day and Valentine's Day long before a lot of you were born. My 40-year career has finally come to an end.
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