Column

It’s canoeing season in Indiana, but not for Philip Gulley.

Despite Phil Gulley’s contempt for royalty, he thinks the governor should be overthrown by a queen, preferably a Black one.

People should stay close to home where they belong, particularly when those people are my kids.

Global warming is real, but maybe Florida’s loss will be our gain.

Even in a small town like Danville, there’s room for civility between the two Americas.

I once underappreciated the emotional power of smell, but I’ve come to my senses.

As bad as 2021 was, a few Hoosiers renewed Phil Gulley’s faith in humanity.

I’ve lost my appetite for loud music and television in restaurants.

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

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.

In my dream, I pass the day writing and reading, then enjoy the dinner my wife has thoughtfully prepared and carried up the hill to me. (It is a dream, after all.)

“I suppose even the exhilaration of preaching in a cowboy hat would wear thin after a while. I could try it and see, but even Quakers have their limits.”

“Charley has only one set of Case kitchen knives, so I might have to buy them before the 23rd to make sure no one else snatches them up. Otherwise, my wife will be getting a garden hose.”

“In my early years, my father cooked the Thanksgiving turkey on a Weber grill in our barn, a deeply spiritual experience for him.”

“That Kelsea decided to get married in Danville and not Georgia makes me love her all the more, but then I always look favorably upon people who save me from driving a thousand miles.”