Jim Whitehouse is a journalist based in Adrian, Michigan. He writes for The Daily Telegram and Yahoo News, focusing on local news and human interest stories. Jim's articles often explore the quirks of everyday life, from the mysteries of yard holes to the tales we tell.
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Jim Whitehouse's articles mainly focus on lifestyle, family, and relationships. The content often includes expert commentary and reviews related to hobbies, home improvement, travel, storytelling, learning and other aspects of daily life. If you have expertise in these areas or can provide insightful commentary on topics related to lifestyle and family dynamics such as hobbies, home improvement projects or travel tips etc., your input could be valuable for Jim's articles.
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What’s all the lumber for?” asks my son T.J. \n\n“Two new rocking chairs for the front porch,” I said, looking down at the pile of oak boards outside my shop.
or many years a little band of friends met every workday morning for coffee and toast at a local coffee shop.
by Jim Whitehouse Something just occurred to me. Back in my youth, I was on a track team. I was a shot putter. I put the shot. I practiced putting the shot. Later, I took up golf, which swallowed m…
“So what happened then?” I ask Hilly, who’s been telling a story about painting a huge old house one summer when he was in college.
So what happened then?” I ask Hilly, who’s been telling a story about painting a huge old house one summer when he was in college.
“Are you working on anything in your shop these days?” says old friend Lyle Pratt.
by Jim Whitehouse “Which way?” I holler back to Dr. Routemeister as we approach an intersection on our bicycles. “Turn right!” he hollers from behind. Two miles later, we are approaching ano…
When I was a kid, the only thing I carried with me was a jackknife and maybe a handkerchief. Now and then, I might have had a few coins in my pocket.
Usually, my beloved wife Marsha and I go to a tree farm and cut a fresh Christmas tree in the hopes that the inside of our car and house will remain needle free.
This year, we had time constraints and ducked into a store to buy one.
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