I grew up in the 1950s on a hill overlooking a railroad yard in western Pennsylvania, where my grandfather, two uncles, and my father all worked first as firemen, and then as engineers. In our town, the railroad wasn’t just an employer, it was the economy, the daily sounds, and the clock that ...
I come from a family where grown men cry. My dad cried at the drop of a hat. Don’t get me wrong, it was not in a melodramatic way. It was that quiet, involuntary welling up that happens when a TV ad lands perfectly. You know, like when a soldier returning from war surprises his kid at school, ...
When people talk about Indiana University of Pennsylvania, they usually mention teachers, the culinary school, maybe the football team, and hopefully now the proposed medical school. What doesn’t get said often enough is that IUP attracted and produced some incredible musical giants whose ...