Oh, my back. I can feel the pain I know I will feel by Saturday as this weekend I move once again. I lost track after 20, but this will make move 30 something counting the move from the hospital, where I was born in Philadelphia, Penn.

I’m heading back to downtown Dowagiac after six months of living in Niles Township. Too many late-night calls due to press issues made me realize it would be best to live a few minutes away from the office as opposed to the 45-minute round trip a late-night call may cause me to leave my comfortable bed in my original downtown Dowagiac home.

The press was repaired, and the calls have stopped for the time being. While a three- mile round trip commute has been convenient for me personally it wasn’t the best choice professionally.

The downside of being a publisher of four newspapers in four communities is it is hard to get a real feel for each unless you live or work within them. I, we, are here to serve and help lead. My apologies to Edwardsburg and Cassopolis, while I care deeply about your fine villages, I just can’t be everywhere. Fortunately, I’ve met folks like CeeCee Wilson in Cassopolis and Jerry Marchetti in Edwardsburg who help provide great local story ideas. As always, we appeal to all of our readers to contact us when they know of an interesting story.

Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to provide the area with the local angle of the tragedy in Boston earlier this week. We had at least four runners from or with ties to our area.  They were able to provide us with eyewitness accounts of the incident. And we were able to let their area friends and acquaintances know they were safe.

Three were killed and 176 were injured in Boston. Many people lost limbs. And here

I am whining about a sore back. As my dad would say to me “look around boy, things could be worse.”