Perhaps my brain injected a bit of humor to cover the shock. But I felt the gut punch.
Like many of you, I have a wish list for the coming year.
It is 12:35 p.m. on Wednesday, Aug. 3.
As I have written before in this column, I am a word person.
We find them everywhere we turn.
My brother, Jack, and I were jabbering on Christmas Eve about all the things we’ve done in our lives that…
One of the important lessons the dawning of each new year has taught me is the futility of making New…
Looking today at the North Auburn home in which I grew up fills me with wonder.
Many sweeping generalizations stalk our land today, making no distinctions between diverse people and institutions, but lumping them into one…
Ah, the internet, the internet, let us count the many blessings of the internet.
I read somewhere years ago — I have forgotten where — that if a person cannot relish the puncturing of…
For the poor beleaguered voter in the coming elections, I offer this piece of advice — beware of the stealth…
Nobody cares. Nobody is watching.
