Point of No Return
Do you ever struggle with your vehicle’s fuel economy?
Sure, it’s not as big a deal as it was several years ago when we saw prices climb toward $5 a gallon, but you should still be concerned when a tank of gas no longer gets you as far as it used to, right? Of course, there might be a perfectly logical explanation for it that has nothing to do with your car’s efficiency.
The Atlanta Falcons and New England Patriots will square off in Sunday’s Super Bowl in Houston to decide who reigns supreme in the world of the National Football League for the 2016-17 season.
According to figures supplied by very respectable sources, inauguration crowds numbered in the...
Judging by the responses by people on my social media feeds Tuesday night, President Barack Obama’s “farewell” speech that evening was either, (a) a reminder that Obama and his family have been wonderful representatives of all that is good in the world, and champions of hope for the future, or, (b) Obama is a foreign-born agent of terrorists who has been diseasing our nation from the inside since the day the doctor smacked his backside.
The new year is like a clean slate, right?
Except when it isn’t.
In a lot of ways, 2016 was kind of for the birds.
Yes, we lost some talented musicians and actors, but doesn’t that happen every year? Going back five years to 2011, for example, we saw the deaths of Steve Jobs, Elizabeth Taylor, Peter Falk, Jane Russell, Amy Winehouse, Cliff Robertson, Bubba Smith and Randy “Macho Man” Savage. That doesn’t even include Col. Potter from M*A*S*H (aka, Harry Morgan) or James Arness.
We tend to identify Christmas in innumerable ways.
Life is a quest.
It is a quest for knowledge. A quest for love. A quest for material possessions. And a quest for the perfect bottle of wine to share with your cat.
It was 75 years ago on Dec. 7 when 353 aircraft flying under the flag of Imperial Japan launched an attack on the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.
One of the most well-read sections of our paper online is the obituary listings.
That’s not uncommon, actually, as obituaries, sports and letters are traditionally popular sections of papers throughout the industry. People want to see if they knew someone who passed, how their favorite sports teams or athletes are faring and what issues are making people crazy at any given time.
Ours is a nation that excels the most when our eyes are planted firmly on the future.
Racist graffiti and damage done to churches, schools and municipal buildings across the country. Protestors spitting on the concept of peaceful and lawful assembly by doing their own damage and extending hate. It’s enough to make you want to climb a mountain, put together a hovel crafted of branches, dirt and whatever else one might find on top of a mountain and just trade in this life of insanity that envelops us for the quiet solitude of the mountain hermit.
Sitting at my desk on Wednesday morning, I was amazed by a sight outside my office window.
The sun was coming up over the horizon.
The end is nigh. The chickens are coming home to roost. The fat lady is singing, and the witching hour is now upon us.
Sometimes, you have to go home to know that you’re not really home.
It’s been said that the path of an individual’s life is often set by a series of decisions.
There’s a lot at stake in this presidential election.
For starters, there’s a swing seat open in the Supreme Court of the United States. Whoever wins the presidential election will (presumably) be afforded the opportunity to offer a nominee for that position and influence the way the highest court in the land leans for the next several years.
Ubaldo Jimenez? Really?
Once again, “The People” have spoken.
If you’ve entered a grocery or drug store since, oh, July, you have noticed that Halloween items are filling the aisles.
Is it Christmas? Because it kind of feels like Christmas.
There comes a time when we must all stand up and take accountability for our actions or words. I find myself in this position quite a bit, actually.
Dear Colin Kaepernick,
You don’t know me. And, to be honest with you, it’s not like you are someone I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about over the past few years, anyway.
“Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Remember that one? You know, pretty big reference in the Bible. Actually, it’s mentioned several times in the Bible, prominently in Matthew and Leviticus — and is the central theme of the standard “Golden Rule” that can be found in the texts of nearly every religion or philosophy recorded through time.
One of the sections of our paper most read and discussed by staff members is the obituaries.
Twenty-one gold medals.
As of Tuesday night, Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps had received 21 gold medals in his amazing, awe-inspiring career, and still had an opportunity to add to that collection before these Games were over, as he still had three more events to swim.
Buckle up. This could get rocky.
According to figures supplied by the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) last month, 20 veterans a day committed suicide in 2014. Let that settle in for just a moment. That is 20 human beings a day taking their own lives. That’s 20 families, each and every day, ripped apart at the seams.
There are weeks when I sit down at my computer to start putting together this column and I come to the unnerving reality that I don’t have any idea what it is I’m going to write about this week.
Four score and seven years ago...
Sorry, I was working on an original speech and it just spilled into the beginning of my column here.