The Bradford Era

While writing my latest book, Ghosts Revisited, I traveled to 32 haunted sites in Pennsylvania and Western New York. By far, the creepiest place I tou...

Back in the 1960s, every boy in our neighborhood liked to play baseball. If he had a wooden bat, an old glove, and a ball held together with electrica...

In 1960, when I was 10 years old and living on Bolivar Drive, the New York Yankees were the mightiest team in baseball. At 97-57, they were 40 games o...

When I was fifteen, I had a really miserable deer season. I shot up a whole box of 30.06 ammo without nicking a hair on a doe’s butt. When I couldn’t ...

(Editor’s note: This is the second guest column from local author Bill Robertson taking a light-hearted look at his days playing baseball in McKean Co...

I weighed 100 pounds in fifth grade and had to wear “husky” clothes. Despite my size, I was a good outfielder in neighborhood pickup games, so I decid...