I’ll bet you a can of Who Hash that you didn’t realize the classic holiday special “Dr. Seuss’ How The…
When I was a preschooler, I lived across the road from Rufus Foster. I still attend church with his widow.
“The Best 25 Inventions of 2016” blares the cover of the November 16 issue of “Time.”
According to the New York Daily News, the 2016 presidential election is dividing families on Thanksgiving.
In her job as a community college biology teacher, my wife encounters many older students who have decided to reinvent…
Remember a time when autumn meant burning leaves instead of burning Samsung Note 7 phones?
A disturbing number of the rustic 19th-century farmhouses, quaint dry goods emporiums and fascinatingly grimy automotive garages I remember from childhood have, over the years, burned down or met with a wrecking ball.
“So, are you still writing for the paper?”
“I wish I’d found you 10 or 12 years ago!”
In my spare moments, I’m jotting down ideas for my raw-yet-funny memoirs (“like” my Facebook page”Tyree’s Tyrades” for updates on that and other book projects), so I was intrigued when I saw a Washington Post article by VJ Periyakoil, M.D.
“Glory days, well, they’ll pass you by/Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye/But fork over $125 and sign this waiver/and, my friend, you’re still The Guy.”(With apologies to Bruce Springsteen.)
In this Tapioca Tundra of a world, it’s a blessing when you can find a kindred spirit.
Not too long after the September 8, 1966 premiere of TV’s “Star Trek” (or “Star Trick,” as I misheard the title), my “no nonsense” grandfather unloaded on my father.
