So, who's next?

Why this stone is curious depends on your origins. It's from the non-descript, really tiny hard to find and outlandish town called Kitchel, Indiana, about 3 miles north of Liberty just off U.S. 27 (eastern Indiana.) The school has been closed for years, yet the gym still stands, mocking time, glaring back at the future. The place was once the playground of the Kitchel Cowboys, a high school team from Harrison Township. This monument boasts that the Cowboys won the Connersville Sectional in 1942 and again in 1943. I have no idea about this team, why it was successful for those two years or how bad/good it was afterward. I recall the last years of Kitchel. They had maybe 80 students, played the game with enthusiasm, and like everyone else, got beat in the sectional. Except those two years. I can speculate why the gym still stands and probably none of it is connected to those '42-'43 teams. Then again, who knows? For a snapshot in time, the Cowboys ruled. Never thr

I am a member of the print media and I am concerned for its future. I actually fear that it will survive. Frankly, what we do in the name of news is sinful. It's time to let the newspaper die. Why? Because it's about blogging now. Writers are writing for themselves, for each other. They're wordy, unclear and far far too opinionated. The problem is: their opinions are based on the fact that they listen to one side of a story and come away believing it. They write that, post it on a blog and ... off they go. What has endured as the staple of print journalism is connected to something so far out of date as to be rendered virtually useless. News journalism as we know it needs to die. Soon. Throw the baby out with the bathwater. The editors of these rags can go too. All of them.