Christmas Eve in our house wasn鈥檛 complicated, but it was a sacred family tradition. My brother and I were altar boys, and this was the main event of church services for the year. For my brother and me, Dec. 24 meant putting on freshly laundered red cassocks and starched and ironed ...
Editor鈥檚 note: This column originally appeared in 2024. "Here it is Christmas Day," my future father-in-law wrote to his family in Uniontown in the middle of World War II. Cpl. Bob Reynolds was stationed "somewhere in India" with the 25th Field Hospital, U.S. Army. "In a couple of hours," ...
Q. This may sound like a trivial problem, and I know it is, in the scheme of things, but I am still stressed about it. I went to get my hair done for the Christmas formal. I had pics of the way I wanted it to look, but when it was finished, it didn鈥檛 look anything like what I wanted. I paid ...
Back when shopping was an event, my old mentor John Gunter ran the legendary Penn Traffic Department Store in Johnstown. John鈥檚 motto was simple: Go big or go home. And when it came to Christmas, he went mega-big. That store was a winter wonderland with wreaths the size of a 1968 Chrysler ...
By Richard Robbins Our political divisions are deep, but the gaps can be bridged with follow through and a willingness to engage. At least that's what Josh Shapiro thinks. The headlines from Tim Alberta's recent article in The Atlantic about the Pennsylvania governor focused on Shapiro's ...
In the late 1990s, I somehow found myself on a plane bound for Bosnia, proof that Congressman John Murtha and Don Zucco, then the mayor of Johnstown, could talk me into anything. Our Johnstown delegation, led by Zucco, was headed to Br膷ko, a city still reeling from the war. As we descended ...
