A 30-foot tall bicycle and rider statue creates quite a stir in a small riverfront town.
There’s a chance I could get back into the local gambling scene.
You could’ve cut the frustration with a butter knife.
If you haven’t white-knuckled the wheel, you’re not paying attention.
This is what is meant by a crying shame.
That dark day in August 2009 is still regarded by many in the Quad-Cities as “Black Friday.”
What a burden it must be to keep a lie alive for so long.
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Some of Erv’s things are still atop the muddy knoll, under the shade tree, next to the bridge ramp in Bettendorf.
At the peak of last year’s drought, Pam Robertson worked a shift at the Mississippi Valley Fairgrounds.
Lisa Decker counts the day thieves nearly destroyed her family’s holiday as one of the best days ever.
If his picture didn’t accompany this column, it would be fun to ask you to guess who I’m talking about.
For 35 years, Bill Smith kept watch over a small section of concrete in the street near his house.
Happy ThanksChristmas!
Things in the Santa line unraveled quickly.
None of us could have done what the fire department did and expect to just walk away.
Several of the neighbors’ yards are a whole lot worse. But Debbie and Daron VanZuiden got popped.
He waited outside his classroom door, smiling a boyish smile that seemed at odds with his intellect.
Those who have hunted witches in Durant should have turned on the warlocks.
The kids weren’t complaining.
When she saw the broken glass in the street, Rhonda Schnoor thought the worst.
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They couldn’t have been nicer, really.
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My memories of the Lutheran Outdoor Ministries Center near Oregon, Ill., have little or nothing to do with the Lutheran faith that took me there.
The license plates in the church parking lot tipped me off to how much driving some caddies do to follow the PGA Tour to the John Deere Classic.
Melissa Bishop figured the cop on Interstate 80 in Scott County was pulling her over as part of a routine patrol.
I could’ve done without hearing this story:
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