Vote early and vote often, as Mayor Daley used to say.

Ricky Bomar to the rescue.

Rick Ouimet thought he had died and gone to heaven. So to speak.

I understand. If you’re part of perhaps 85 percent of the Americans who will vote in the November presidential election, you’ve already made up your mind.

These days, Royal Jones is surrounded by things she finds painful to look at.

As a minister, Chuck McGhee never liked to ask for money. “I’d let the church elders do that,” he said. “It made me uncomfortable.”

If your definition of “news” is something that happened yesterday, this isn’t it. But it was news to me — and as a columnist, that makes it fair game.

Azar Nafisi’s focus has always been the human heart, not the human head.

No, I’m not talking about the horse-like animals with black and white stripes that are often eaten by lions.

Ask Cosette Conaway about her T-shirt.

I grew up with — and, obviously, survived — the 18-year-old drinking age.

Doyle Gentry learned a lot about being happy through years of dealing with people who weren’t. After all, nobody makes an appointment with a counselor if they’re on top of the world.

This mentoring program, like many others, lacks a most basic ingredient: mentors.

You can understand why some residents of Cabell Street are beginning to feel trapped.

We don’t exchange Labor Day presents, there are no Labor Day meals, and I’ve yet to hear the first Labor Day song (unless it’s something by Woody Guthrie).

Maybe they learned about it on the Internet. Or in the Yellow Pages. Or just happened to drive past.

‘At the risk of being repetitive, I’d like to tell you one more time the two things that, to me, made Ed Peniche one of the most remarkable human beings I’ve ever encountered.’

I wonder if the people who wore those “I Stand for Change” T-shirts to Barack Obama’s appearance at E.C. Glass High School realized how literal that slogan would become.

ARRINGTON — Finally, Nelson County’s past has moved from the future into the present.

So much for Columbus.

In the end, Dirk Smillie wound up having to sell his new book, “Falwell, Inc.,” three times — once to a publisher and twice to the Rev. Jerry Falwell himself.

Columnist Darrell Laurant writes about Mangum, a local attorney, newspaper founder and civil-rights activist who died recently.

Calling all presidential candidates, yet again.

This was an ice cream social sans hosts.

Like all cities, Lynchburg resembles a large body of water — placid on the surface, lots of conflict just beneath.

Without question, muralist Dana Burford has left his mark on Lynchburg — in some places, more than once.

A Central Virginia man recalls photographing his way through China.

Baseball is, and always has been, a game of rituals. 

FOREST — An astute minister can find a psalm to fit every situation — even church vandalism.

Remembering Petrus Bosman.