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I’ve lost my appetite for loud music and television in restaurants.

If you think development is bad, consider the alternative: shuttered storefronts, weed-choked sidewalks, and failing schools.

I’ve spent my life guarding against imaginary dangers.

A lot of great old cars sit in the mind’s garage of Philip Gulley — along with a few clunkers.

I have a few things I want to do before I die. When, exactly, that happens is a dispute between my financial planner and the Internet.

If you’re looking for advice on how to hire someone, Philip Gulley has references.

To free up space in the garage, people are going to need to begin sharing tools—starting with my neighbors.

My marriage has been almost 40 years of bliss, no thanks to me.

Philip Gulley on the glory of vaccines — and the shame of those who would discourage them.

Columnist Philip Gulley writes about why the department deserves a short leash.

This past summer, some friends of mine sold their house, bought an RV, and hit the road. As I write this, on a cold and cloudy Indiana day, they’re camping in New Mexico, where it is 80 degrees and sunny. I’m following their exploits on Facebook and hating them more each day. Worse, they are […]

At what were once long, dull Quaker meetings, Zoom lives up to its name.

At most funerals, tears still reign. Our columnist doesn’t want his to be any different.

One of the many who have lost their lives to COVID-19, my friend Dawn deserved better.

It doesn’t help one’s self-esteem to be branded nonessential by the governor.