Imagine this: theater production where you are given a script moments before you are thrust on stage, alone. There are few props to hide behind, only a table and two cups of water, and the performance requires that you act out whatever the script commands.

The Yellow Springs News of Sept. 1, 1965 reported that a “record crowd…a swarm of kids and parents” poured into the new Yellow Springs library, which opened at 2 p.m. on Aug. 30, 1965.

“I’ve done hundreds of stand up sets. I was probably on stage between one hundred and two hundred times per year. I was just living for it. You do comedy and there’s nothing else. I basically had an eight-year-long adventure.”

There is heroin in Yellow Springs. It is being bought and sold and used. There were four incidents involving heroin in Yellow Springs in less than a month, including two overdoses and one fatality. Heroin’s presence in the village reflects a decade-long increase in heroin use state- and nationwide.

“I take off about one day a week. Other than that I enjoy being here. My fiancée and I run it together. When I’m away from it for too long, I feel weird. If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”

On Aug. 5, 2015, over 200 people gathered in the parking lot of the Beavercreek Walmart to commemorate the life and mourn the death of John Crawford III.

“Raising sprouts isn’t something I ever saw myself doing, but isn’t that how most people end up in life – not really doing what they thought they were going to do?”

For some truck aficionados, nothing beats the sight of a good restoration. For others, it’s a nice winch or the unmistakable roar of an engine they just don’t make like they used to.

“Hoffman’s metal detector seemed to indicate something, and she set it down and crouched to get a closer look. She produced a small trowel and dug around a bit, flipping over a flap of grass.”

“It’s not a demonstration,” said Bomani Moyenda, “it’s a commemoration of a young man who tragically lost his life.”