Brent’s Blog

The Fourth of July is one of those holidays that can get pretty big if you let it. Two hundred and fifty years of America. Fireworks. Flags. Freedom. History. Big words. Big ideas. And all […]

I was looking for a roll of electrical tape the other day—which, in my house, means embarking on a minor archaeological dig through what is officially designated as the “junk drawer.” Every home has one. […]

I took a hike Sunday afternoon at Versailles State Park. That sentence doesn’t sound like much by itself. People hike at state parks all the time. They walk a few miles, look at the trees, […]

Father’s Day has a way of sneaking up on us. It shows up every June with the usual reminders: buy a card, make a call, maybe fire up the grill, maybe pretend Dad really does […]

Brent’s Blog Something Is Happening Here There are days when you can feel a place moving forward. Not in some abstract, chamber-of-commerce-brochure kind of way. I mean you can actually stand there, look around, see […]

Column: Camp Woodsmoke Roar and Explore 5K, June 13 2026 A Lions Club gem tucked in the hills of northern Decatur County is asking all of southeastern Indiana to come run, walk, ruck — or […]

There’s a Sunday every year that I refuse to miss. Doesn’t matter what’s on the calendar, what the weather is doing, or what anyone else has planned. The last Sunday in May is spoken for. […]

Every spring in southeastern Indiana, graduation doesn’t arrive all at once. It comes in waves. One school fills a gym on a Friday night. Another sends seniors across the stage on a Saturday morning. Somewhere […]

Don Schlitz died Thursday. He was 73. It happened suddenly, at a Nashville hospital, and as of this morning the cause hasn’t been released. What has been released — what’s been washing over country radio […]

Late April gets here, and something starts pulling at me. It’s not the weather — around here, late April can be anything from a warm afternoon that makes you forget winter ever happened to a […]

There’s a moment I remember pretty clearly. It was at Kings Island. Or maybe it was the Speedway — honestly, it could have been either, because the feeling was the same at both. I’m walking […]

There’s a morning in late March that doesn’t get enough credit. Not Christmas morning. Not the first morning of summer vacation, when you wake up and remember you have nowhere to be. I mean the […]