Chris Trainor’s right, you know.

Note: This column was originally published in the most recent edition of our So Lakelands magazine. Fellow columnist Chris Trainor, a regular contributor to So, was inadvertently credited with writing this too. We surely don’t want anyone being misled and think, “Gosh, Chris. You usually do …

Well, that was rather disappointing.

OK, I think I have things straightened out in my head now. Admittedly, it took a while. Actually, almost 21 years.

Topiaries. Wine walk. Arts and crafts.

So, how you doing this fine Sunday?

Ask anyone who’s worked in a newspaper newsroom for any length of time about their highs and lows and you’ll get about as many answers as there are — make that were — daily newspapers in the country.

Let’s divert our attention from the COVID Days for a bit and focus a little on the Stone Age.

COVID Days have changed all our lives quite a bit.

Years, ago, when working at the Florence Morning News — no, not Florence, Italy, although that would have been nice, especially in pre-COVID-19 years — we had a few standard newsroom meetings. There were the daily check-in meetings to ensure all stories were on track for the next day, plus t…

Just a few random thoughts during our COVID-19 days. I’m sure you have plenty of your own.

Yes, for the newspaper’s opinion I’ve written — even again today — to urge our fine Southern gentleman of a guvna to take the gloves off and get tougher with us independent cusses who just won’t abide by the wisdom of social distancing and hand-washing.

Most of the news team at the Index-Journal has been gathering and writing stories while bunkered in their homes. That began Wednesday. A few have, out of need, ventured out to gather stories and photos. Yes, at a safe distance and while practicing the recommended health safety measures.

Welcome to the new normal.

Syndicated columnist Jim Mullen recently notified newspapers he was hanging up his weekly column. The good news is he intends to knock out a book or two, something likely easier to do without the deadline of a weekly column hovering over the shoulder.

Is there such a thing as too much music?

All good things come to an end.

My musical talent essentially begins with loosely being able to maintain a beat and some singing ability that my fellow thespians claim is perfectly fine though not perfect. I think they say that because no one else got the particular roles I was assigned. The show must go on.