For those of you who may have missed it, a semblance of sanity has returned to Central Texas.
Early Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my car on Knight’s Way in Harker Heights, waiting for the light to change so I could head across the bridge over I-14.
It’s always unfortunate when a longtime local eating establishment closes its doors, but I was particularly sad to see Las Casas in Temple close down over the weekend.
You know you’re getting old when getting out of bed each morning involves taking inventory of all your aches and pains.
There’s a lot to be said for a great dinner out at a favorite restaurant.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to find out I had a life-threatening illness — and the treatment of that illness would force me to put my life on hold for a year or more.
When you buy a house, the biggest factor is location, location, location, as the old saying goes.
Sometimes you just have to get away.
My wife and I have our wish list going again.
I’ve always known this community has its share of people who lack driving skills. I’m starting to realize it’s got quite a few people who lack character as well.
I’ve got a birthday coming up this weekend, and it’s a big one.
I don’t know whether it’s the Texas Department of Transportation as a whole, or it’s just a few folks farther down the totem pole, but those people really need to learn how to plan.
It was a trip nearly 38 years in the making, but I finally took it.
February is an odd month.
We’ve all had our brushes with future famous folks.
Don’t look now, but here comes another new year.
Santa came a little early this year.
I’ve gotten a taste of living the single life again this week, and I have to say I’m not terribly fond of it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about retirement lately.
The Chicago Cubs have won the World Series.
My car turned 15 years old this week.
According to the calendar, fall starts in 13 days.
Next week, I’ll celebrate 37 years at the Killeen Daily Herald.
It’s been a summer full of critters at the Miller household.
A couple of Sundays ago, my wife and I were running really late for church — so late that we weren’t ready to leave home until the 10:30 a.m. service was actually starting.
I had a not-too-surprising revelation over the weekend: I am a grammar snob.
My wife always used to tell me she liked the sound of far-off thunder, calling it soothing and kind of romantic.
In our nearly seven years as homeowners, my wife and I have had to deal with a lot of problems — broken garage doors, rodents in the attic, a hail-damaged roof and a stuck front door, to name a few.
Our backyard is starting to look like a meadow — and not a very pretty one at that.
My wife started a new job this week.
The March 1 primary election is coming up Tuesday, but it will be a little anticlimactic for me, since I’ve already voted.
Sunday was a beautiful day, so my wife and I decided to head down to Salado to do a little shopping.
My wife and I have been married more than eight years, and it still amazes me how much we have in common.
I have to admit, I was excited to hear about the Killeen Independent School District’s launch of a new, student-run FM radio station this week.
The start of a new year is typically time to make resolutions.
Every year, my wife and I make the same promise.
My wife and I live in the middle of town, but we started seeing deer pop up around the neighborhood a few weeks ago, when the temperature was hitting the mid-90s each day, and we hadn’t had a drop of rain in about a month.
I had to report for jury duty this week.
It was a hot day Saturday. Not just warm. Not merely sultry. It was broiling. And I was wearing a suit and tie.
If you’ve never had a stress test, you’re in for a treat — especially if you’ve never used a treadmill before.
I’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.