Russell Frank
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Ol’ Rocking Chair’s Got Me
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I’m on my rocker. Well, not yet. My rocker awaits me in my office when I return from my summer travels. It’s my 25 Years of Service Award from my […]
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Move the Bench!
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We met up with friends on Allen Street for some arts festing last Thursday afternoon. We were between downpours, which meant it was hot and humid. The benches in the […]
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Yes, Baseball’s Faster, But It’s Also Louder
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You know you’re losing it when you yell at the TV. I’d watch a pitcher gaze at his catcher like he’s pondering “Guernica” at MOMA, and I’d say, loud enough […]
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Imagine Crossing Borders Illegally, by Yourself, at Age 14
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THESSALONIKI, GREECE — I used to balk at letting my three teenagers go on sleepovers, so I have a hard time comprehending how Omer’s and Shahzaib’s parents gave them permission […]
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Buck Wilde: The Kid from Bald Eagle Valley Who Hangs with Wolves
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Buck Wilde was dozing under a tree on the Alaska Peninsula. When he opened his eyes, Mosquito, big as a Great Dane, was staring him in the face. It was […]
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I’ve Found My Role Models
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If my wife and I manage to live long enough, I want us to be like Lefty and Connie McIntyre: full of good cheer, grateful for the way their lives […]
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Hail and Farewell, Class of 2023!
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Between COVID and, before that, maybe a touch of commencement fatigue, I hadn’t been to a Penn State graduation ceremony since at least 2018. And when I dug a necktie […]
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A Mystery Set in Centre County – Almost 200 Years Ago
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Here’s a line from a recently published book: “Toads trilled in the mill ponds strung out along Spring Creek, the stream that gushed forth from the Big Spring, around which […]
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Zapocalypse: What’d You Lose When the Lights Went Out?
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You probably know that in the event of a power outage or a whopper storm that could cause an outage, you should unplug your electronics. What you may not know […]
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Do Not Ask for Whom the Piano Falls
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While I was in Mexico City over spring break, I had a beer at a brew pub called The Falling Piano. The name spoke to me. It’s how I talk […]