It seems to me that when it comes to modern telephony I’m about four years behind the curve…
No local event in recent memory has been as emotionally jarring as the Marathon terror bombings.
The major gift giving season is over. And not a moment too soon.
When it comes to the endless cycle of losses and wins in life, all of us are or will someday be seasoned veterans.
My secret is out; I’m a sucker for them. Elephants.
It has been three full weeks since my bride of thirty-one years and the mother of our two super kids left us.
Select individuals who haven’t learned to play by the politically correct handbook now need to be taken to the woodshed, ruined financially, and belittled in the public square.
Anger management classes these days must be booming, no pun intended.
We are now two weeks into living the Boston terror attacks either first hand or through the barrage of local and national media coverage.
It was the first September in memory that I didn’t even reach for a peek. The Farmer’s Almanac went unopened.