The Patsy … (Or a Full House on the Train to Notre Dame)Bill Hogan February 7, 2018Back in the late ’40s and early ’50s, we would either hitchhike home from Notre Dame, or four or five...
2017 Top Ten: Stories By YouLeeRoy December 31, 2017Today we continue the year in review with a shout out to our readers, followers, advocates, investors, advertisers and all-around-Weelunkers....
My Town: Kid CatholicBill Hogan September 3, 2017May Devotions were held at 7:30 in the evening and were charming. The grade school kids would bring flowers they...
My Town: Charley Trades in his Dice for the Stock MarketBill Hogan August 24, 2017It was in the late ‘forties when I first met Charley. He had one of a large number of Italian...
An Old ManBill Hogan August 6, 2017 The skin and hair have thinned, the muscles have shrunk and weakened, the carriage is bent. The energy that...
Brother JimBill Hogan July 8, 2017Brother Jim, 1931 – 2003 Sometime ago someone asked what Jim did. I thought about it for a minute then told...
A Story Behind a Linsly Statue: West Virginia’s First Flying AceBill Hogan July 7, 2017When I was a small boy in the 1930s, my dad would take me to the Armistice Day ceremony at...
Pete JeffersonBill Hogan May 31, 2017Pete was not a regular in our crowd but was around enough to the extent that he should have been....
Courts Four and FiveBill Hogan March 23, 2017The tennis courts four and five are gone. I drove through Crispin Center with my buddy Rory, a thoroughbred mutt...
BabeBill Hogan March 3, 2017Babe, I believe his last name was Hert, was in Saint Michaels grade school with my oldest sister Kay when...
A Sweet RomanceBill Hogan January 3, 2017My son, Neil, was home from Africa after spending two years in the Peace Corps in Togo, West Africa, and...
The Power of Intense FragilityBill Hogan November 15, 2016* Title attributed to E. E. Cummings The other evening I attended a musical program at Wheeling Jesuit University. Looking...
“Ora Pro Nobis” And Other Altar-Boy MischiefBill Hogan October 5, 2016We arrive at “the age of reason” at the ripe old age of 7, if I recall correctly what I...
My Town: Benjamin AndrewsBill Hogan September 13, 2016I started dating Mary Ann in the late 1940s. Incidentally, dating in my day was asking a girl out for...
A Guardian AngelBill Hogan September 6, 2016The Wheeling Country Club was still where Stratford Springs restaurant is located today. I was home for just a couple...
My TownBill Hogan August 15, 2016I remember when the entrance to the Riley Law Building was on Chapline Street. One went through the doors and...
Black Ties And Corsages/Shooters And ChasersBill Hogan July 5, 2016There were two big dances during the Christmas season, the White Ball and the Charity Ball. These were formal dances...
By A Stroke Of LuckBill Hogan June 5, 2016“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones...
Remembering Big LouBill Hogan May 10, 2016I first met Lou right after World War II. I was a juvenile delinquent for the norms of that era...
Growing Up At 2 Laurel Ave.Bill Hogan March 15, 2016I don’t think I am different from anyone else in that I thought everyone was raised like I was. It...
