It seems like only yesterday that the spring high school athletic season got under way. Unseasonably late snowstorms forced the postponement of many games and practices in a number of disciplines. The Leader-Telegram's Ron Buckli, who's covered local sports for several decades, said it was the latest spring start he could remember. Track regionals and boys tennis subsectionals are today, followed by regionals in boys golf and softball (Tuesday), baseball (Thursday) and girls soccer (May 31).
This blog contains spoilers from John Krasinski’s film “A Quiet Place.” If you’re going to get me to watch a horror or thriller movie, it’ll have to meet some standards. It will need to have an underlying statement — “Get Out,” anyone? — or thoughtful, masterfully done cinematography (think “Black Swan”). Movies that are scary just for the sake of being scary won’t cut it. That being said, I agreed to
Ed Goodpaster was a talented newsman. His credentials included stints as an editor at some of the nation’s top publications — Time magazine, The Baltimore Sun and The Washington Post. He was Bob Woodward’s boss for a time. Many people outside of Trempealeau County don’t know that Goodpaster, who died earlier this year at age 91, took a startling career detour in the early 1970s when he bought the weekly Whitehall Times newspaper and moved his family to west-central
NAPLES, Fla. — Those who have never heard of pickleball or still think it’s just some fringe game for old folks would not have believed their eyes had they joined a 10-person contingent of Chippewa Valley players competing at the recent U.S. Open Pickleball Championships in Naples. Nearly 2,050 athletes from 47 states and 17 countries played roughly 4,700 matches in the weeklong event at the 50-court East Naples Community Park complex, complete with a covered stadium court
Of the three charge cards in my wallet, only one made it to its ripe old expiration date. I snipped the other two into tiny bits after calls from my financial institution warned me that my info had been compromised by financial data thieves. The latest was my debit card, which I’d unknowingly used at one of the RCU ATMs that had skimming devices attached to them for a few hours before the Eau Claire credit union found them. RCU announced on April 3 that its affected cardholders were
Is there too much of a good thing? Not when that thing is art — and right now Eau Claire is chock-full of it. This week I had the opportunity to visit with one of the owners of Art on the Ridge, a new art market and workshop space at 525 Park Ridge Court, near Rod & Gun Park. Bobbie DeVoll told me how she and her sister started the space in January on a whim — DeVoll and her husband, who own the facility, were going to rent out rooms. Thank goodness they didn’t.
There appears to be growing opinions from some people that the future of our great American sport of football is in trouble. The opinions stem from the concern over concussions and the long-term health impacts they have on former players as they get older. Then there’s the decision being made by more school districts and communities, including Eau Claire, to limit children to flag football until the eighth grade, when they are allowed to begin playing tackle football. Football will not
For eight months out of the year in Menomonie, adults with special needs gather for one day out of the week at the Leisure Services Center, 1412 6th St., which provides them with an opportunity to participate in things that would not be able to do on their own, but Julie Stratton, recreations supervisor said everyone looks forward to socializing. Stratton said Thursday Night Thrill Seekers is one of her favorite programs offered through the city of Menomonie. “It
Amid the snowflakes blowing straight sideways outside my home’s windows April 14 were winged black-and-orange creatures being buffeted about who must have wondered why they had decided to migrate north this spring. A flock of at least 50 robins had congregated in the trees and bushes in the yard of my Eau Claire home. An hour earlier, while clearing snow from my driveway, I had noticed a handful of the birds in the street nearby, not their normal gathering place. A short time later
First-time author Carol Awe never expected a children’s book to sprout from the seeds she plants each year. But the 46-year-old mother of two found herself inspired after a friend’s visit to her home outside of Chippewa Falls a couple of summers ago. “I was in the garden, covered in dirt,” Awe said. “The kids were so amazed. They had never smelled basil, and they had never smelled dill. That inspired me.” Her book, “Ms. Greenthumb’s Garden,