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.”

‘Tis the season.

For two months now, I have been staring intently at vehicle license plates.

Daylight Saving Time began March 11 when 2 a.m. Sunday did not occur. Instead, clocks jumped from 1:59.59 a.m. to 3:00.00 a.m.

“Torrential” adequately describes our summer rains here in west-central Pennsylvania.

The Russians brainwashed my wife.

I am not an oenophile. I had to look up the spelling of that fancy word for a connoisseur of wines. I had little clue as to how to spell it.

Many school districts teach little or nothing about cursive writing.

I had shared in the half-century dream of many DuBois area residents and businesses: An Interstate-level Route 219 from Canada south through Buffalo to Maryland, then either directly to Florid…

I got a rueful chuckle from a sports page column written last week by Andy Stine, the sports editor of the Courier-Express.

“What is it like?” That has been a favorite theme of mine in these essays.

I feel pity mixed with admiration for my wife’s tenacity.

My side of our family made its perennial pilgrimage to our farmhouse on the Saturday between Christmas and New Year’s Day. We fed 24.