My Town: Kid Catholic

May Devotions were held at 7:30 in the evening and were charming.  The grade school kids would bring flowers they had picked and file up the side aisle to place them before the statue of the Blessed Virgin...

An Old Man

  The skin and hair have thinned, the muscles have shrunk and weakened, the carriage is bent. The energy that once animated the body and shined out through the eyes is dimmed. The...

Brother Jim

Brother Jim, 1931 -  2003 Sometime ago someone asked what Jim did. I thought about it for a minute then told them that Jim did Jim Hogan better than anyone I knew. He really was a bit different. One...

Pete Jefferson

Pete was not a regular in our crowd but was around enough to the extent that he should have been. We knew each other, went to the same parties, but I believe he was a bit older. Pete had an older brother, a...

Courts Four and Five

The tennis courts four and five are gone. I drove through Crispin Center with my buddy Rory, a thoroughbred mutt a lot like the driver and saw the work in progress. There was a big commercial dumpster parked...

Babe

Babe, I believe his last name was Hert, was in Saint Michaels grade school with my oldest sister Kay when the school was located one block up from Edgington Lane. It is an apartment building now. I believe...

A Sweet Romance

My son, Neil, was home from Africa after spending two years in the Peace Corps in Togo, West Africa, and another year or so working with some Italian Missionaries in Uganda. We were having lunch in this trippy...

The Power of Intense Fragility

* Title attributed to E. E. Cummings The other evening I attended a musical program at Wheeling Jesuit University. Looking up from a table of delicious desserts after the performance, I saw Mary Hamm across...

My Town: Benjamin Andrews

I started dating Mary Ann in the late 1940s. Incidentally, dating in my day was asking a girl out for the evening for a movie, a dance etc. Her father, Andy Hess, had bought Table Rock Farm in the early 1930s....

A Guardian Angel

The Wheeling Country Club was still where Stratford Springs restaurant is located today. I was home for just a couple of weeks from a treatment facility for alcoholism and our friends were having a brunch for...

My Town

I remember when the entrance to the Riley Law Building was on Chapline Street. One went through the doors and up a short flight of marble steps; I believe there was like a concierge behind a little counter to...

By A Stroke Of Luck

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your...

Remembering Big Lou

I first met Lou right after World War II. I was a juvenile delinquent for the norms of that era and Lou had a bar just over the Junior Avenue bridge in Elm Grove appropriately named “Lou’s”. The city of...

Growing Up At 2 Laurel Ave.

I don’t think I am different from anyone else in that I thought everyone was raised like I was. It wasn’t until I moved out of my neighborhood and got a little life experience that it began slowly to dawn...

The Tools Of The Trade

The biggest day of my life was the morning I put on my new knickers with the brand new leather lace-up knee boots with the pen knife in a special holster. It was attached to the outside of the right boot...

On Being Irish

  I am Irish, I guess, because I don’t know what else to be. I am half German, but being German never came easy to me. We are a melancholy lot; I am. That is why we sing and laugh so much...

Little Ships and Big Ships

I started in the securities brokerage business in 1957 with a Cincinnati firm named Westheimer & Co. It was a regional firm as most were in those days. The president of the firm was a venerable old...

An Echo Point Romance

By Bill Hogan Weelunk Contributor Doodad and Bebe I met Mary Ann’s grandparents when I first dated her. She lived way out in the country, and at that time the roads were a lane and a half and very...

The Flair In The Fabric Of Wheeling

by Bill Hogan I think of the Wheeling of my young years as a time when the city was booming. City streets were full of pedestrian and vehicular traffic competing with streetcars for a place in the flow....

A Christmas Story for the Little Hogans

By Bill Hogan From 1972 Weelunk Contributor THE GOSPEL OF ST. LUKE - AS AMENDED   One day God picked up the world, held it in His palm, and studied the big mess people had made by being mean...

Bill Hogan: Horses

I don’t know a lot about horses. What little familiarity I have is mostly from betting them. I worked at Wheeling Downs when it was a half-mile horse track back when I was in school, but that comes later....