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In recent weeks — months, if you count the Prescott City Council working on guidelines for naming buildings in the city — the renaming of the Centennial Center has been in play.
Oh, what a difference 10 years makes! In this space in 2012, we published this:
We have all heard about increases in the minimum wage. In Arizona, it has been ratcheting up over the years and now stands at $12.80 per hour. Across the country have come calls for $15 per hour or more.
I don’t like labels. Republican, Democrat, Independent, conservative, liberal, centrist, imperialist, ethnocentric, and on and on. You get the idea.
’TIS THE SEASON — We are getting a lot of inquiries this year: “What’s that smoke from?”
Amid COVID, tax initiatives and political battles, how seriously must we take life or ourselves nowadays?
Over the years I have seen news events, tragedies and issues of concern come and go, in waves.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
During the Christmas season, I like to remind people of something that feels as though it was from the story of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”
You’ve gotta love the Prescott-area Christmas traditions.
I cannot let this one pass.
I wonder sometimes about, let’s call it, a theory I heard many years ago: What Wall Street does is an indicator of what is to come in six months or so.
“Don’t horde money, buy gold,” is what friends of mine have been saying for years. And you’ve likely heard this in recent radio commercials.
The last time I sat in my recliner and watched television was the week ending July 30, 1998. Yep, ...
As I think about my father today, on his birthday, one of my fondest memories is of the time Dad and I went to the U.S. Open golf championship. It was 1978 at Cherry Hills in Denver. The pro to see was Jack Nicklaus.
It is an assumption of “if you build it, they will come.”
Remember Sept. 11, 2001? While you enjoy reading some of our readers’ submissions on “Where were you?” — the first is in today’s Courier, to be followed by more on Friday — recall that we gasped when the planes struck the World Trade Center, we cried when the buildings collapsed, and we displayed our patriotism as though the Constitution had just been signed.
When are we too old to drive? That question has been on my mind for a while now.
For the 20th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, we want to know where you were that fateful day. What do you remember?
Long before I moved here, the section of Highway 69 between Prescott and Prescott Valley was known as “Blood Alley.”
Some strange things are going on out Williamson Valley Road — about 35 miles out, that is.
Sure, everyone has tribulations when they’re growing up, but we also have experiences worth remembering.
Life is about rules, whether we like it or not. Oh, maybe it is not life — let’s say society, a law-abiding society.
On a recent Sunday it took forever to drive to the mall. A rainstorm had knocked out the traffic light at Highway 69 and Prescott Lakes Parkway.
Of course, one of the topics that frequents this page and newspaper is one of water. It has been a concern for the Prescott area since the Walker Party came here in the 1860s. Do we have enough? Where do we get it?
Many items cross my desk each day, either through “snail” mail or email; sometimes I find old letters in a box at home. Every now and then one of them jumps up and takes hold of me.
COVID-19 is kind of the gift that keeps on giving.