Philip Gulley

If you think development is bad, consider the alternative: shuttered storefronts, weed-choked sidewalks, and failing schools.

I’ve spent my life guarding against imaginary dangers.

A lot of great old cars sit in the mind’s garage of Philip Gulley — along with a few clunkers.

I have a few things I want to do before I die. When, exactly, that happens is a dispute between my financial planner and the Internet.

If you’re looking for advice on how to hire someone, Philip Gulley has references.

To free up space in the garage, people are going to need to begin sharing tools—starting with my neighbors.

My marriage has been almost 40 years of bliss, no thanks to me.

Philip Gulley on the glory of vaccines — and the shame of those who would discourage them.

Columnist Philip Gulley writes about why the department deserves a short leash.

This past summer, some friends of mine sold their house, bought an RV, and hit the road. As I write this, on a cold and cloudy Indiana day, they’re camping in New Mexico, where it is 80 degrees and sunny. I’m following their exploits on Facebook and hating them more each day. Worse, they are […]

Philip Gulley plans on raiding his retirement fund and living like a king—just as soon as he can remember his password.

At what were once long, dull Quaker meetings, Zoom lives up to its name.

At most funerals, tears still reign. Our columnist doesn’t want his to be any different.

They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Philip Gulley’s neighbor Brian is both.

One of the many who have lost their lives to COVID-19, my friend Dawn deserved better.