Bill Lynch

1 week ago | wvgazettemail.com | Bill Lynch

It was early afternoon in the south side of Chicago. Outside, the wind howled while I considered lunch plans and walked from the conference center to my hotel room. For days, I’d had Jim Croce’s song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” playing in my head, almost non-stop. Other than a little damp, the south side of the city looked pretty good to me. I just didn’t know where to eat. I’d come to Chicago for the Podcast Movement Evolutions podcasting conference. This was for work.

1 week ago | herald-dispatch.com | Bill Lynch

It was early afternoon in the south side of Chicago. Outside, the wind howled while I considered lunch plans and walked from the conference center to my hotel room. For days, I’d had Jim Croce’s song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” playing in my head, almost non-stop. Other than a little damp, the south side of the city looked pretty good to me. I just didn’t know where to eat. I’d come to Chicago for the Podcast Movement Evolutions podcasting conference. This was for work.

2 weeks ago | wvgazettemail.com | Bill Lynch

My kitchen smelled wonderful. The whole house reeked of flaky, golden-brown bread, warm butter and the kind of casual decadence rarely seen in my little house on the hill. It took a lot of effort for me not to pull open the oven door and just take a peek before the croissants were done — but that, to me, risked ruin.

3 weeks ago | wvgazettemail.com | Bill Lynch

Jeff Stevens was just a kid when he and his brother opened for superstar country acts like George Jones and Tammy Wynette and Charlie Pride. “It was terrifying,” Stevens, 65, said recently, speaking in advance of his induction into the West Virginia Music Hall of Fame on April 12 at the Culture Center Theater in Charleston. “It was a lot of fun,” the Alum creek native added.

3 weeks ago | herald-dispatch.com | Bill Lynch

People care about bagels. Maybe more than I do. Saturday morning at the YMCA, three folks stopped me to tell me that they read about my misadventures in bagel making. A man told me about how much he missed Charleston Bagel on Capitol Street. “I used to stop there two or three times a week,” he said. He liked the jalapeno bagel, too, but light on the cream cheese. A women told me she could tell by my pictures that my second batch was certainly more “bagel-like.”I agreed.