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  Banks of the Wabash Festival kicks off

  The 2013 Banks of the Wabash Festival, scheduled May 23 through June 1 in Fairbanks Park, celebrates 40 years along the banks of the Wabash River, 30 under the sponsorship of the Terre Haute Parks and Recreation Department.

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  Banks of the Wabash Festival is more than just yearly entertainment

  Pioneers think counterintuitively. Where others see widespread apathy, they focus on the possibility for progress. In a way, the 2013 Year of the River celebration began in the 1970s.

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  North baseball pulls away from South in sectional opener

  In high school baseball little things mean a lot, and the crack in the door doesn’t have to be open very wide.
  Terre Haute North burst through that crack in the bottom of the second inning Wednesday evening at Terre Haute South, scoring seven two-out runs and going on to a surprisingly easy 12-2 victory over the host Braves.

Mike Lunsford

Mike Lunsford

• The Off Season: Improving a social grade: Mr. Lunsford goes to town I have no problem in admitting that I am not the most urbane man you will ever meet. I have only basic knowledge of the social proprieties, often fail to have my shoes polished, and have a hard time getting the part in my hair to come out straight. There’s no doubt that I prefer faded cotton to Armani any day.

  October 18, 2009  

• THE OFF SEASON: In praise of old men I remember the days of driving into town with my grandfather many years ago, sometimes on a Saturday morning to the lumber yard or over to his church to mow grass; he would often comment on the people he waved to from the rolled-down window of his pick-up.

  October 4, 2009  

• The Off Season: Reminiscing on a birthday brings back fond memories of trees It is a lazy late-summer Sunday afternoon as I write this; it is also my birthday, and as I sit at my desk today and watch through my window as warm breezes sift through maple leaves, memories of trees other than those in my front yard come back to me, and I open them like brand new gifts.

  September 20, 2009  

• The Off Season: A pair of boots worn well… It was on a breezy Saturday morning trip through our barn’s double doors that I happened to notice a pair of my old work boots in the trash barrel we keep there. It is in that place that much of what we have worn out or used up ends, just junk taking a last bow before meeting up with landfill dirt.

  September 7, 2009  

• The Off Season: The size of a heart does matter We had a medical emergency at our house a few weeks back, but fortunately, after a little first-aid, an all-night nursing vigil, and a trip into town, we’re feeling a little bit better about things now.

  August 24, 2009  

• THE OFF SEASON: Taking the ‘Tin Lizzy’ for a spin I can laugh about it now, but I actually saw newspaper headlines flashing before my eyes for a few seconds last week: “Writer dies in Model T test drive crash.”

  August 9, 2009  

• The Off Season: The life of and the life in a barn… One of the things my wife and I most wanted when we moved to our place almost 30 years ago was the barn that sat behind the house.

  July 27, 2009  

• The Off Season: Shaking hands with Mr. Lincoln On a blistering hot afternoon a few weeks back, my wife and I knocked on the door of sculptor Bill Wolfe’s workshop on the west side of Clinton. We were there to meet Abraham Lincoln.

  July 12, 2009 1 Photo  

• The Off Season: After a good run, ‘Mr. Fix-It’ hits the wall I should have known when I sat down at the kitchen table one night last week to use our old typewriter on an application — just for a name and a few sentences on one of those pre-printed forms — that the whole thing was going to blow up in my face. We seem to be in the same rut right now that all homeowners face from time to time: Everything we own is falling apart. Anyway, I rolled the form into the typewriter and started on my name: M-i-c-h-a-e-l L-u-s-f-o-r-d … no “n”— the “n” wouldn’t work…

  June 29, 2009  

• The Off Season: The happy ‘tail’ of a dog named ‘Clark’ We were never quite sure where he came from, but some weeks ago a big black dog ambled sideways up our drive, his huge pink tongue hanging askew in search of a good drink of water. He promptly sacked out on the steps near my front door, and there he stayed, sleeping near our potted plants.

  June 14, 2009  

• The Off Season: Helicopters in the gutters, and other imponderables… It is raining on this warm spring morning, and although it may sound a bit strange to you, I am comforted by the sound of the water running free in my gutters toward their downspouts. It was just a week or so ago that I cleaned the last of the maple seedlings out of them.

  May 31, 2009  

• The Off Season: Are literature and poetry headed out for recess? I posed a question to one of my English classes the other day: “Have you ever read something that touches you? That inspires you? That has changed you in some fundamental way?

  May 18, 2009  

• The Off Season: Celebrating the power of memory We sat in the pews of our small country church sanctuary a few Sundays ago, and before long our class was deep into a discussion about memories and how the prophet Isaiah reminded us that we were to “forget the former things,” that we are “not to dwell on the past.”

  May 3, 2009  

• The Off Season: Story inspired by roadkill really stinks This story was inspired by roadkill.

  April 20, 2009  

• The Off Season: ‘The House With Nobody In It’ I have a friend who spends hours with his metal detector in search of treasure. He wanders fields and fence rows, old city lots and deserted buildings in the hunt for what fell from overall pockets and dusty summer kitchen counters decades ago.

  April 5, 2009  

• The Off Season: Spring peepers ‘specialize in the art of the temporary’ It’s been most of two weeks ago now that my wife and I managed to get home early enough from work to walk our customary walk. The weather had warmed for a few days in this climatic seesaw we know as March, so for that evening anyway we donned our sweatshirts and walking shoes and headed down the road.

  March 22, 2009  

• The Off Season: Feeling the breezes in an orange sail A few weeks ago, I stood in the hushed solitude of a darkened Swope Art Museum gallery and soaked in the warmth of Edgar Forkner’s “The Orange Sail,” a brilliant oil on canvas painted in 1932. I have been to the Swope many times, but I had never seen the painting before that day, one on which I had taken 11 of my students into town to see what we could see.

  March 8, 2009  

• The Off Season: Lincoln’s words rightfully called ‘American scripture’ Opal Ford and the graduating class of 1926 were more fortunate in their educations than many students today. I say that because I own one of Ford’s books; it passes its days on my desk near other favorite things.

  February 22, 2009 1 Photo  

• The Off Season: Looking at ‘one of life’s necessities …’ Too many years ago, when I was walking the campus at Indiana State in my flannel shirts and blue jeans and with hair that grew over my shirt collar, I used to spend much of my free time between classes at the old Emeline Fairbanks Public Library on North Seventh Street.

  February 8, 2009  

• The Off Season: Remembering the frost on Dusty’s whiskers It is snowing ever so lightly this evening as I sit at my window. My thermometer’s mercury hovers somewhere in the upper teens, a refreshingly balmy night when compared to those of a week ago when it seemed as though my breath froze in midair before dropping to the snowcrust in a lump.

  January 25, 2009  

• The Off Season: A man of ‘sweet spirit’ Years ago, just after my mother had passed, when the funeral was done and we were in the process of trying to put order back into our life without her in it, I was driving into town one evening with my wife.

  January 11, 2009  

• The Off Season: Power of our stories helps us turn page on another year I like to tell the story about the day — well, one of the days — my dad decided to skip school; I have heard it told and have repeated it often. It was spring, around 1940, and my dad, who was skinny and freckled and about 10 years old, walked away from my grandparents’ house in the north end of Rosedale to head to school.

  December 28, 2008  

• The Off Season: There really was a ‘Christmas Story’ in July … in Cleveland The stiff northwest wind of the past few days and the jagged shark teeth of the icicles hanging along my barn roof’s eaves have put me in the mood for Christmas tonight as I sit down to clack out this piece. There is a cold-eyed crescent hanging in the southern sky; it’s a moon that’s behaving as only the moon can in December.

  December 14, 2008  

• The Off Season: ‘More precious than rubies…’ I believe that John Wooden has read the Book of Proverbs, for reading the Bible is part of the old coach’s daily walk through the world. He certainly has been through the passage in the eighth chapter that reads: “For wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare to her.”

  November 30, 2008  

• The Off Season: ‘I am acquainted with the night…’

  November 16, 2008  

• The Off Season: ‘Ink still runs in former editor’s veins’ The first time that I ever sat at a desk on the third floor of the old Tribune-Star Building on Wabash Avenue, a rough and callow college kid who thought more about making meal money as a writer than actually becoming one, Jimmy Claus stood just behind me and looked over my shoulder.

  November 2, 2008  

• The Off Season: A writer’s shameless self-promotion scheme It may be of dubious authenticity, but years ago I heard a story about Mike Royko, the wonderfully acerbic columnist for the Chicago Tribune, who, when asked how he made writing look so easy, supposedly said: “It is easy. Every day, I walk into my office, sit down at my typewriter, and bleed from every pore of my body.”

  October 19, 2008  

• THE OFF SEASON: Autumn arriving: The hunt for a red October I first noticed that autumn had shown up last week, not in the usual way by turning a calendar page or by adjusting my thermostat, but when my wife and I realized that we’d have to leave earlier for our customary evening walk.

  October 8, 2008  

• The Off Season: ‘There will come soft rains…’ One sticky day this past summer, I left my wife, by her request, in our car while I ran into a hardware store to pick up a few things.

  September 21, 2008  

• ‘Well, I was born in a small town…’ It was about a month ago that I just happened to be standing in my driveway working on a balky lawnmower when a long, white delivery truck pulled into my place.

  September 7, 2008  

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