“Believe me, Lang, the first twenty-four hours of the invasion will be decisive … for the Allies, as well as Germany, it will be the longest day.”
ACC in trouble
“We grew up at the right place at the right time.”
New year, same story
This is a hardly an entertaining, motivational, or uplifting New Year’s Day (or post-New Year’s) Valley Pike, but unfortunately, it could be a common one.
Farewell to ‘Chemical Valley’
I’ve been here almost 27 years, so most — or at least some — readers of The Star know that I write most editorials in addition to this Wednesday column.
The return of ‘thankfulness’
You have to admit, it feels a little weird today.
Civil War enthusiasts undoubtedly recall the Battle of Cross Keys, a Confederate victory during Jackson's Valley Campaign of 1862. Well, I am craving the Rattle of Lost Keys.
Marshall’s fountain: Silent until spring
My Veterans Day story
Many years ago, I got a chance to see what I thought was an incredible talent with an aluminum bat in his hand.
STEPHENS CITY — It is not quite to the point of the fictional Scarlet Pimpernel — that is, “You see him here; you see him there; those Frenchies see him everywhere ...”
Since 2003, The Winchester Star has awarded the Barr-Lindon Crimson Apple trophy, affectionately known as the Apple Cup by area football players.
“I didn’t think I’d ever live to see it.”
“Often bumpy roads lead to beautiful places and this is a beautiful place.”
“Sometimes on a crisp fall night, I’ll stop in my tracks
‘Hammer’ — a man among men
Winchester may be a Civil War town, but the historical community can count its lucky stars for the French & Indian War Foundation, which has presented a variety of colonial topics that, without its presence, would not have been told. Or at least to the depths they have been.
Did you ever have the distinct sense of leaving something — or a lot of things — hanging?
In 2016, the state's two Division I football teams got new coaches.
How many of you have heard of the Darwin Awards?
I did it again Monday, stayed up too late when I knew — knew — that a good night in the sack almost guaranteed a bounce to my step the day following. With the crud I have meandering through parts of my body and radiation taking a toll, l know that sleep is one of the better antidotes en rout…
As the headline suggests, I will try to squeeze three topics into this column — with high hopes of linking them thematically. For example, how to connect our dog’s exploits (or lack thereof over the weekend) with the rather serious issue of my physical condition. Tough, huh?
The National Federation of High School State Associations released some numbers earlier this week that many find concerning.
Come witness permanence
I sense sometimes that when people see I am writing a column — AN-oth-ah column — about our beasties, they say to themselves, “Oh, so that clown O’Connor doesn’t have anything to really write about this week.”
Fast and slow
The Class of 1969, from what we understand, has big plans — quite a shindig, blowout, hoedown, call it what you will — for its 50th reunion Sept 13-15. Of all the ’69 grads, there is one who is most excited to attend.
Do you ever get tired of seeing the same team playing for the championship in a particular sport?
This one you can blame on my sister. A few weeks back, she introduced me to a Facebook "public section" titled "I Grew Up in Rutherford, N.J."
SAN DIEGO — 4121 Utah St. — a modest home for a boy and later a man of immodest talents.
There are a couple of constants now in the Atlantic Coast Conference's football race.
SAN DIEGO — During our recent trip to "Cali" (the native abbreviation for California), we did all the standard things — which meant that, despite our earnest efforts we stood out as tourists, albeit not quite as obvious as a sore thumb.
Old guys rule
THE LEFT COAST — If it’s July, it must be Vacation Time for the O’Connors, which also means a column or three dedicated to our meanderings. A goodly number of folks inform me they enjoy these travel pieces, so I keep on doing them.
Films for a rainy Fourth
BEDFORD — On July 17, 1944, the telegrams began pouring into the cramped little Western Union office pigeonholed in the back of Green’s Drugstore. All Betty Teass, the young woman who operated the machine, had to see was a Bedford name and the word “sympathy” in the first sentence of the tel…
Jumping the shark