Point of No Return
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.
Perhaps this is truly our greatest holiday of all.
Let me start off by saying that I’m not a big soccer fan.
Tuesday apparently marked the 20th anniversary of the most boring thing that’s ever been put on television — a seminal moment in history that quite-possibly sprung the birth of reality television, caused much of the free world to simulataneously stare in a state of disbelief like Dr. Evil was spinning a giant hypnotic wheel from the moon and most likely caused the Ford Bronco to stop being manufactured.
I’ve been influenced by many great writers over the years. It’s important to note that I wrote “influenced” there, because I can’t say with a completely clear conscience that I was ever able to pick up any of their talent or secrets.
Throughout the history of recorded time, there have been two absolute, undeniable truths.
So, I got into a bit of a debate with some friends over the Memorial Day weekend.
There are so many things for us as a community to be grateful for as we embark on another voyage into a summer season.
Racism has again entered the nation’s conversation lately, as people have responded to the insidious remarks made by Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling in a recording reportedly made without his knowledge by his admitted mistress.
The notion of “family” has been in my mind quite a bit lately.
There is something absolutely gut-wrenching about having to say goodbye to someone you genuinely care about, and I’m certain most of you have had to go through this on more than one occasion.
The notion of being a “stowaway” has intrigued me from the time I was a child.
CareerCast, a website that focuses on career advice and salary listings, recently examined 200 jobs that have the most employees in the nation, based on numbers acquired from the United States Department of Labor.
I’m a firm believer that no matter what we accomplish in life, or how many things we are able to acquire over the course of our lifetimes, one certainty awaits us all — we’re eventually going to run out of batteries.
Mondays have proven to be the bane of my existence over the years.
There’s an ominous line that is repeated often in the HBO show, “Game of Thrones,” that often sends shudders up and down the spines of the central characters whenever it is uttered.
We all have our basic routines in the morning, right?
When historians look back at this period in time they will credit us with being the “Age of Technology.”
There has been a little change in the air.
Emergency responders were the star of the show last Friday, as the Bethany-Fenwick Area Chamber of Commerce hosted the annual Joshua M. Freeman Valor Awards. This has always been my favorite event of the year, not only because I get fed, but because it’s truly inspiring to sit in that room and be told of the thankless sacrifices and heroic exploits of the people in our community who stand tall when the rest of us are looking for somebody to do exactly that.
I raise the white flag.
I am officially surrendering to the almighty powers of a winter that has chilled my bones and caused more than its fair share of mayhem to our deadlines. You have defeated me with your snow and arctic blasts of wind, Mr. Winter, caused my dogs to budget their relief times a bit more strictly and generally made life a little less enjoyable this year.
I was asked last weekend if I was going to write my obligatory “I hate Valentine’s Day” column this week. Naturally, that got the rusty wheels turning in my head.
“Look, kids,” my father would say to a car full of weary travelers. “It’s the totem pole.”
I’ve come to the stark realization that there are two things that find me, no matter where I happen to be in life, or what I happen to be doing at any given moment.
For those of us who truly love playing poker, April 15, 2011, was a very dark day.
Have you ever really wanted something bad for somebody else, even if, on the surface, it doesn’t look like that big of a deal in the first place?
Welcome, everybody, to 2014!
And put on a hat. And some gloves. And a scarf. And maybe drape a woolly mammoth or something over your shoulders.
Take a look around you. See how everybody is smiling or looking particularly enthusiastic about the day? See how people’s shoulders look a little higher, and how they don’t quite look like they’ve been beaten about the head by a cement-mixer with a grudge?
It’s hard to believe that our little paper will turn 10 years old in about a month.