Jack Miller

As a nostalgia nut, I am always happy to talk about my days growing up in Sedalia, and I love to hear or see something that triggers a memory from those days. On Monday, June 24, I got a good dose of nostalgia as I took the tour of downtown Sedalia with the Sedalia City Council and some other interested citizens.

People ask me how I can remember all the things I write about that happened so long ago, and I have to admit, I get a lot of help from old friends.  For instance. Dick Prisendorf, a childhood friend of mine came up with a memory we share one day. The memory was about the old Play-more pool hall, a place that played a large part in both our childhoods.

I guess a memory can come from anywhere. That fact was proved to be true on Thursday as Doug and I discussed his recently shaved beard that he grew in support of the Detroit Red Wings. Unfortunately, Doug’s team spirit only carried them so far and his team was defeated. So it was that on Wednesday, June 12, 2013, a day that will forever be remembered by the Sokolowski family as the day daddy becam

While I attempt to stay as neutral as possible on issues I cover for the news, sometimes comments on an issue beg to be addressed. One of those issues is the smoking ban, that has been cussed and discussed to death both in the city council meetings and in the media, including in my news reports.

The memory here is actually two memories. It is as much about my grandfather Clarence Wickliffe as it is about the radio. The two are inseparable, because I can not think of one without the other. My grandfather died when I was very young, but I know from the stories my mother has told me through the years, that he was a man who loved his children and grandchildren very much. The story below is on

When older people who grew up together talk, there is sure to be the inevitable comparison of today to the good old days of their youth and how much they miss one thing or another. I join them in missing those less complicated times, but I wonder if the reason we miss them could have more to do with our ages than the fact that times were better.

I believe a man has two first loves in his life: one is a girl and the other is a car. I also believe sometimes the love for that car and the memory of it outlasts the first girl.

This is my final updated from my rehab period. For those who may not know or remember, I had a heart attack on January 9 and had two stints put in the vessels of my heart. I feel fortunate that what I received was a warning that I have not been treating my body well. During the last few months, I have been going through 36 sessions of physical rehab at the Bothwell Regional Health Center. I have n

The High Chair On cold winter mornings I sometimes think back to when I was a small child sitting in front of an old wood cook stove. In that memory, I am sitting in the handmade wooden high chair my grandfather Wickliffe built just for me. Mom always pulled it up close to the stove where I would be warm, and she could give me some attention between stirring the gravy and flipping the eggs. Read M

Mom’s Driving Lesson Learning to drive the smooth-operating cars of today, with their automatic transmissions and hydraulic brakes, is a snap compared to the rough-handling ones of the days of our mothers and fathers.