Michigan’s roadways can look like boulevards of broken Bambis, but if we really wanted to cut down on car-deer collisions, we’d allow a judicial increase in deer hunting.
John Schneider
John Schneider wrote a daily column for the Lansing State Journal for 24 years, and is the author of “Waiting for Home: the Richard Prangley Story” and the play “Voice Mail.” His favorite part of brunch is the bloody Mary, which doesn’t affect his motivation to blog daily. The views and assertions of guest columnists do not necessarily reflect those of Bridge or The Center for Michigan.
Kid, load the dishwasher and build a little character while you’re at it
The common household chore, i.e., a job done by a complaining juvenile, appears to be an endangered species. Why is that?
Zero-tolerance policy abuse cuts like a knife – and slashes young lives
It’s one of those things that sounds good on paper: Caught with a weapon? Automatic expulsion. But no one ever went on a rampage with a Swiss Army knife.
When in doubt, ask: A wonderful wedding may await in Hammond Bay
The ceremony was in peril until the father and mother of the groom Hail Mary’d a spectacular Plan B on an underutilized public harbor lawn.
A helping hand with a business card might beat a handout for some
Lots of us struggle with how to respond to people who panhandle on street corners. This Volunteers of America of Michigan executive has his own idea.
A law for what should go without saying: Don’t leave kids in cars
Why is it so hard for some parents to learn that a parked car is not a short-term daycare center?
An education is rarely cheap, but you don’t have to order the caviar
College affordability is a real problem, but perhaps the time to complain about it isn’t after you’ve returned from a semester abroad.
Served with honor, if not heroism, but they don’t offer first pitches for that
If everyone who ever wore the uniform of the United States’ armed forces is a hero, the word no longer has any meaning.
For Michigan shore-dwellers, life’s a beach, and that’s the problem
This land is your land, this land is my land, but if you think you’re holding your bonfire in front of my cottage? We might have a problem.
Twice the warmth, three times the stories: Heating the old-fashioned way
Word to you Paul Bunyans: Only fools harvest firewood without the proper gear, but oh, the stories those scars can tell.