What is ripping apart our social fabric? Is it the effects of the COVID lockdown? Is it political bitterness?
A fellow who wrangles cattle out West is a “cowboy.” A geezer who chases chickens hereabouts could be a “chicken boy.”
People who defiantly choose to not wear face masks during this COVID pandemic reignite my rant.
These days, I save a quarter-hour of time by not checking the previous night’s baseball results each morning.
I have definite views about obituaries.
I don't mind if something that I write offends some readers — if I know that it will be offensive, and I know that the subject matter and the viewpoint require such bluntness. But when I don't know beforehand that what I write will offend a person, that’s on me. I ought to know the language …
I don’t mind if something that I write offends some readers — if I know that it will be offensive, and I know that the subject matter and the viewpoint require such bluntness. But when I don’t know beforehand that what I write will offend a person, that’s on me. I ought to know the language …
President Trump sometimes makes me laugh.
There I stood in our kitchen, with a spatula in my hand.
I am a member of an age group that asks an age-old question: “Why should we pay school taxes? Our kids are raised.”
