Sometimes it really is sunshine and roses
Most journalists are cynics. It comes from years of practice. It comes from countless occasions of being told that the world is sunshine and...
We are all Charlie
Having done small-town news for the entirety of my news career, I sometimes forget what a dangerous profession it can be. Over the past 20 y...
New Year's column ... take two
Holy cow! It’s 2015. I usually wait until the last minute to write my column — for a variety of reasons. For one, I want to be able to touch...
Now that's what I call news
The other day the local television stations all reported news that we here at East Niagara Post chose to ignore. I stand by that decision an...
Rights and wrongs: a.k.a. 'Never read the comments'
General stupidity is at an all-time high. Thanks to the Internet — and fueled by Facebook, idiots have found that they’re not alone and so t...
Memoirs of a stolen bike
So there I was ... minding my own business walking down East Avenue Friday afternoon. And I saw it — my stolen bike. Now, mind you, I've...
Open letter to the jerk who stole my bike
When I walked into the Lockport Police Department around 10 a.m. Saturday, Officer Rick Provenzano went to hand me the press clipboard fille...
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