I received a serendipitous life lesson from an old friend this week — a buddy I had not actually seen in five years.

Here at the Tribble Center, we offer every opportunity to make a difference in someone else’s life.

In mathematics, when you’re convinced of some eternal truth but can’t quite prove it, you offer it as a hypothesis (with a portentous capital H) and invite the world, future generations if need be, to prove you right or wrong. Often, a cash prize is attached.

I’m shaking my head and wondering where the time has gone, but it’s been almost exactly 15 years since I voluntarily decided to suffer permanent hearing damage in the name of The Who.

As our year-round residential students scramble from building to building enjoying the summer program sessions that are designed to mix learning opportunities with plain old fun, the Tamassee DAR School Pennsylvania Children’s Center is also bustling with activity.

The Senate health care bill, which was scuttled Tuesday until after July 4, was doomed by two narratives: Republicans are mean, and poor people would be dropping like flies.

The debut of a new 3-on-3 basketball league this past weekend proved to be inspirational — so much so that I actually dug my official size-and-weight ball out of the closet and headed to the park to make some string music.

Dear Dave, My dad wants me to buy a house on a 30-year loan for him and my mom in my name, and let them make the payments.

We filed into the courtyard in pairs and trios, but they separated us immediately, guiding parents and students into separate registration lines — the initiation of the cutting of the cord.

As I write this report to you, I want to deviate from what I usually cover. Many of you know that my oldest daughter, Lori, died on June 13.