Don Negus is a Regional General Manager at NewsBreak. He covers a diverse range of topics including culture and society, travel and tourism, health and wellness, and general assignment news, with a particular focus on pop culture and family travel. Don's work has been featured in NewsBreak and The Morning Sun.
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Don Negus' articles "Through the Past Brightly" lean heavily towards expert commentary and opinion editorials, with a focus on entertainment news, tragedy, house & home. As such, he may be interested in contributions from experts who can provide insightful commentary on topics related to nostalgia, reflection, time, memories or personal growth.
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When we left off last week I was explaining how I had come to revere America’s indigenous people from an early age.
Old people are nothing if not nostalgic and that goes double for yours truly. I mine my rough and rowdy past for all it's worth, panning for gold in the rivers of my memory, seeking out gnarly nuggets of high adventure which I scatter on this page every week for your edification and enjoyment.
Because my wife has a thing for cowboys. Let's just say there were at least a half dozen rodeos in town every year and I was married to the hottest blonde in the county. We'll leave it at that.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all A moment in the Sun It's a-gone and you can tell that one goodbye Oh, put me in Coach . . .
When I lived in upstate New York, I was surrounded by quality trout streams and I fished them often from the time I was four. But when we followed my dad's promotion to Lansing, I had no idea where to go trout fishing or who to go with.
Well this is the big day, so, Happy 250th Birthday, America. I turned 75 yesterday on the 3rd (not hinting for presents here but If you simply can't restrain yourself, I'm 6'2, I weigh 270 lbs and I like my t-shirts roomy so, 3X).
Coming of age in the '60s was pretty trippy (no pun intended—well, OK, it was sort of intended). Let me clear something up.There were a lot of people who would be considered “hippies” back in the day, but not everybody. I was but I didn't see most of you there.
Desperation has not yet set in. I still have a day and a half before I need to get this tangle of words down to the copy desk in Oakland. Usually I'm at least half done by this point, if not completely done. I am not. I am undone. I started one, ground out around 150 words, didn't like it. So here we are.
Most of my past has been pretty darn, bright, hence the title. That said, I got to thinking, partly because I'm pathologically interested in my own past and partly because I couldn't think of anything else to write about, I
I'm a couple days on the good side of my deadline, just the same, my relentless sense of responsibility behooves me to stop watching this 50-year-old rerun of “The Rockford Files,” put down the pipe and devote the next couple hours to delivering my golden prose to the masses.
