I was in a courtyard with kids, remembering

By Don Rush Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School. The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the […]

Snowing, mowing and transgender bathrooms

When I was but a young buck, cub-reporter, freshly scrubbed and right out of J school (Journalism, for those not in the know), I soon learned a number of useful community news lessons from Big Jim Sherman, Sr. Surprisingly, I have actually remembered them thar lessons, though it has been a number of decades since […]

Don’t Rush Me: My week in reverse

By Don Rush Come with me. Let me take you by the hand and lead down the path of righteousness. Let me walk you through the week that was — a journey, if you will — through an average week in the life of your hero (Oh, you didn’t know, that would be me). *  […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found (if you look)

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

A bust on Naked Gardening Day

Aside from the aesthetics of a pasty white dude glowing in the sunlight, gardening requires the use of a lot of sharp tools like shovels, saws, shears, clippers, nippers, cloppers and other things that just thinking about shivers me timbers.

From under what rock did I emerge?

Columnist’s Note: this week I get to be a truck drivin’, pallet jackin’, paper movin’ man — and I hate it. But, there you go. Here’s a column from 2010. Enjoy. *  *  * My dad always said, “Son, you should learn something new everyday.” I felt that was sound advice until I had about […]

A bust on Naked Gardening Day

I admit I am, at times, overly zealous in my enthusiasms. And, sometimes, even in public speaking roles, I can get on a roll where what comes out of my mouth is as much a surprise to my ears as to all those other hearing ears not attached to my head.Sometimes I just get too […]

A potpourri of thoughts

  In my more than 65 years of writing columns, etc., for our weekly newspapers, I don’t remember ever using the word “potpourri.” Now that I know what potpourri means, expect to see it in future Jottings. I’m going to use it as a mixture of thoughts and topics. I’ve been using every possible moment […]