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Nick Jacobs

OP-ED: It took several villages to raise us

I recently pulled my Sentinel yearbook off the shelf and lost an afternoon reminiscing. There were about 120 of us in the Dunbar Township High School Class of 1965. We came from the coal patches and railroad villages of Dunbar, Monarch, Leisenring 1 and 2, Dickerson Run, Liberty, Vanderbilt ...

OP-ED: The Wichita Lineman in all of us

I had a good friend from what many people call "flyover country" who moved to Pennsylvania from Kansas. He once told me, "I learned to drive when I was 12. It wasn't a big deal. If you went off the road in Kansas, you hit corn. But if you go off the road in Pennsylvania, you die." Years later, ...

Last night, I watched an interview with one of our heroÎÞëÊÓÆµ‘villains, the man who DOGEÎÞëÊÓÆµ™d members of my family and me while waving a chainsaw. The Thomas Edison of our era. The man who may become the worldÎÞëÊÓÆµ™s first trillionaire. Elon Musk. Elon has always struck me as someone who is either 10 ...

One of the electives I took in college was philosophy. During the late 1960s, Indiana University of Pennsylvania attracted some fascinating young professors, and one of them changed the way I looked at the world. The term paper I wrote for Professor Davis was titled "Exploring the Philosophical ...

My dad was born with personality. Pure, unfiltered personality. The kind that made strangers feel like old friends and old friends feel like family. If he walked into a room, he quickly owned it. We were close, he and I. The kind of close where you donÎÞëÊÓÆµ™t have to explain things because the ...

At about 9 years old, I decided I wanted to build a treehouse. We had a sturdy black walnut tree in our backyard, and I had amassed a pile of old weathered fence slats with enough splinters to disable a battalion of enemy soldiers. I had a handful of nails I had painstakingly pulled from ...