Brent’s Blog

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 […]

Let me paint you a picture. It’s a Tuesday afternoon. You’re on I-74 heading toward Indy. You’ve got somewhere to be. The speed limit drops to 55 because there’s a construction zone coming up — […]

  Every couple of months, I get a comment — sometimes in person, sometimes online — that goes something like this: “Why don’t you play more Garth? More Alan Jackson? More Vince Gill?” And I […]

I saw something on WRBIradio.com this morning that most people probably scrolled right past. The Ripley County Chamber of Commerce is hosting a Meet the Candidates Night next month. Candidates for local office, up on […]

Every year, right around this time, something happens in Southeastern Indiana that doesn’t get nearly enough credit. It doesn’t make the national news. Nobody’s doing a documentary about it. There’s no trending hashtag. It’s just […]

It always catches you off guard. You’re not having a bad day. Nothing dramatic just happened. You’re not even in a particularly reflective mood. And then a song comes on — and something shifts. Not […]

When I was a kid, Sunday afternoons had a rhythm to them. Church in the morning, a big lunch afterward, and then—if the weather was decent—my dad would look at my mom and say, “Want […]

Here’s what nobody tells you about winter in Southeastern Indiana: it’s not the snow that gets you. It’s the compounding. One extra trip to the store because you forgot something and nobody wants to go […]

If you grew up around here, you don’t have to say much more than “the Blizzard of ’78” and people immediately get that look. It’s not just that it snowed. It’s that the world stopped […]