Point of No Return
Waking up Tuesday morning to a car that was not covered in a blanket of snow was more than just a little bit of a relief. For one thing, I was worried the night before about some of our employees who have to travel a pretty significant distance to get to work. For another, I was concerned that I was going to have to dig my way out of a coccoon of snow.
A recent article in the Washington Post cited a paper published last week in the Journal Science by 18 researchers trying to gauge the breaking points in the natural world.
This was to be a piece on the freedom of speech.
As the clock wound down on the Baltimore Ravens’ playoff win over the rival Pittsburgh Steelers last weekend, two truths entered my mind immediately.
Well, it’s time to put another year in the proverbial rearview and set our sights ahead to the wonders that await us in 2015.
This has become an annual trek into the absurd.
There was a time in my life when the single most important thing in my entire existence was a Mattel handheld electronic football game.
A Senate report released this week on the CIA’s interrogation program of suspected terrorists during the tenure of former-President George W. Bush has generated a few emotions, to say the least.
With Christmas, comes anxiety.
We had a tradition around the McCann family table every Thanksgiving.
As a kid, I remember watching the old black-and-white movies in which a husband would be pacing in a smoke-filled waiting room while his wife gave birth to the couple’s baby. The man would then get his first glance at his offspring through a glass window, as a joyous nurse would weave her way through a maze of bassinets and point out his baby.
Up is down. Day is night. And dogs and cats are playing together. Yes, indeed, my life has been flipped upside down, and I couldn’t possibly be any happier.
On Tuesday, Nov. 11, bands will play, speeches will be read out loud and veterans of most ages, genders, faiths and ethnicities will be celebrated for the one thing they all have very much in common — at some point in their respective lives, they put on a uniform of the Armed Forces of the United States of America and they made a pledge to defend this nation and her allies.
Who wouldn’t want an extra $25,000 a year? For life.
Well, to be fair, it’s for 20 years, but the name of the game hosted by the Massachusetts Lottery is “Lucky for Life,” so let’s stick with the “life” concept for now. Besides, none of us really know when that final curtain will drop, so 20 years might indeed be a factual statement. In fact, if I could sign a contract right now that guaranteed me another 20 years and...
I love a good statistic.
Not one of those “I’m-trying-to-prove-a-point-so-I’ll-pull-something-out-my-backside-that’s-almost-pertinent” statistics. I mean the ones that either truly tell a story, cause me to think about things in a different way or, quite simply, make me laugh.
Nothing beats fall.
The Orioles have that “something” about them.
There’s a slight chance I have the best job in the world.
One of the joys of watching crime dramas on television or in the movies is the cat-and-mouse game often played between a brilliant criminal and the detectives who eventually get out in front of the evil mastermind through a combination of hard work and a bit of cleverness of their own.
Hey, look at that. The Orioles don’t stink anymore.
It had to be a startling scene for anyone who happened to pass by the park on that summer morning in 1979.
Have you ever been isolated with an over-anxious child?
Labor Day weekend.
Those three words alone can generate a plethora of emotions across the board. They actually work together to constitute one word in our reality, joining “Memorial Day weekend” and “Fourth of July” as the sacred trinity of important summer benchmarks for our community — the beginning, the heart and the end of another summer season.
I’m a bit of a news hound.
When one is in elementary school, opportunities to express one’s individuality are few and far between.
Sometimes, it is the smallest gesture that can have the greatest impact.
We’ve all heard a revolution was coming.
Hi, I’m Darin, and I’m addicted to Netflix.
Some words are simply synonymous with others, for one reason or another.
I’m beginning to finally wrap my mind around the notion that I am becoming old.