Will Williams is a contributing columnist for the Chino Valley Review and Prescott Valley Tribune newspapers.
June 16, 1953, was a sultry summer day in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
OK. This time we’re moving to Chino Valley. Really.
I first met brother-in-law Bob in 1963 when I was 17 years old.
It might be time to do a movie. No, I don’t mean to see a movie, I mean to make my own.
It’s the middle of the night on June 17, 1972. Burglars have broken into an office complex and into files secured therein.
When you buy a product you can usually purchase a warranty to ensure that it will do what it’s supposed to do for an extended period of time.
When I started writing this column a little more than three years ago, my primary focus was to poke fun at my fellow citizens and myself for the frequently illogical ways in which we live.
Once upon a time, Americans were tough. They put their lives on the line to settle an untamed land. Enough survived through their individual efforts to birth a nation.
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I woke up the other day only to realize that we’re closing in on yet another new year.