Opinion

We look at paintings of that first Thanksgiving more than 400 years ago, with tables nearly sagging under the weight of wild game, venison, waterfowl, lobster and mussels, corn, beans and pumpkins, we often sigh and say, “Life was so simple back then.”

The train shuddered to a stop as we all collected our breaths.

The still pond water was broken with a plunk, ripples quickly expanding out from a spot 10 yards out.

By Mark Franke

By Mark Franke

The pajamas haven’t come off all week.

Faithful readers of this column will recall that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It is uniquely American and focuses on that most simple and important act of gratitude.

Competing eateries have set up shop in the Trares household.

Slowly, a nightmarish visage emerged.

In the 1920s and 1930s, Indiana was ground zero for two of the most virulent anti-American movements in our nation’s history. Again, in 2024, we find ourselves at the center of two profoundly anti-American ideologies that seek to strip from us the basic freedoms of speech, association and, perhaps most importantly, religion.