What We Lost at Wheeling Jesuit University

Author’s note: It was impossible for me to write a piece on WJU objectively, so I did a deep dive into my personal experience. I believe the courses of study left at WJU for the upcoming year are no less import...

BILL HOGAN’S MUSINGS: 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, because we are so ve...

BILL HOGAN’S MUSINGS: Building Good Neighbors

Editor's note: The IDEAS page is our place for public opinion, a place where a person can express what concerns them about present-day Wheeling or the world. However, there is one major caveat. The author must ...

ROBERTS RUMINATES: A Place for Piles

We tidied up our house the other day. It was in desperate need, and during the miserable exercise — one replete with whining and bickering and arguments about who was absolutely not going to pick up that shoe o...

The Decline of Community

Editor's Note: We believe that our community should be honest, open-minded and willing to engage in a civil dialogue about the issues facing our community, both present and future. The IDEAS page is our place f...

A Love Letter to the Oglebay Train Room

They say nothing lasts forever, and everything changes. You hear it your whole life. And there are many things you wait with mild to severe anxiety to change — from the small, everyday things to the bigger life...

PHYLosophy: Memories … A Matter of Record

Flashback: It was late summer 1977 when I snagged that cool job at National Record Mart's brand-new store in downtown Wheeling. (It was something to do during my one-year hiatus between colleges.) Previousl...