Olean Times Herald

The darkness began to lighten, gnarled oak limbs taking form, distorted, tormented shapes against the sky. Was it the devious Rhode Island ocean winds...

Time flies by and the world changes. Some for the better, others, maybe not so much. Technology feeds upon itself and increases at a dizzying rate. I’...

Ken let out a whoop. “You see that shot, Art?! "Boy's a natural, chip off the old block!” Pop looked at me, his eyes shining with pride. I felt 10 fee...

It seems amazing interceptor missiles today zip along at Mach 8, leaving the speed of sound far behind. I have difficulty in comprehending speeds that...

For some reason decreed in the cosmos, many of my closest and most beloved relations have passed away just months short of Christmas. The departure of...

My grandfather gave me a single-shot 12-gauge when I was 14. Lightweight, with a straight stock, it kicked like a mule, but I loved it deeply. After a...

One thing our area abounds in is large tracts of forested land. However, clear cuts, gated roads and tree stands have limited the number of hunters th...

This year was certainly a study in contrasts. During spring gobbler season a day seldom went by without rain. I was heartily sick of the rain after 2 ...

Thanksgiving, from my earliest memories, has always been one of color, food and family. My grandfather and grandmother, Art and Bertha Hayes, had four...