Point of No Return
When I was a kid, there was a certain classmate who delighted in bullying me.
There is nothing like a good old family connection story that truly touches the heart.
I thought I was all set for doomsday. Huddled beneath my kitchen table with a helmet strapped tightly to my head and a flyswatter in my tightly-clenched fist, I kept a keen eye on the digital clock by my side.
Well, that was a fairly quick offseason, wasn’t it?
It’s been a couple interesting weeks for me.
So, it’s been pretty-well documented that I love my Mommy.
We’re big proponents of free speech around here.
I’m a poker player.
Casino, home game, poker room or online site, I love to play the game. There is something about check-raising somebody out of a pot when you don’t have a hand, or laying down top two pairs because you just know in your heart that you’re beat that is incredibly satisfying.
Have you ever pulled into your driveway after a long day of work, opened the door and been hit with the smell of a steak grilling that just completely overtook your central nervous system and erased all other thoughts that might have been rambling around in your brain?
As I write this column, the Baltimore Orioles are 4-0 and on top of the American League East standings.
As you read this column, the Baltimore Orioles could be 4-2 and I might be done looking at the American League East standings for a while.
English is a mutt of a language.
Every now and then I stumble across something that is both interesting and a little dorky. No, no, no ... I’m not talking about our advertising rep, Susan Mutz. But I completely understand why you’d think that.
There are certainly a lot of great days that come around every year.
By the time this week’s paper hit the streets, I was sitting on a plane heading down to Florida for a week-plus of sunshine, live music and a few cocktails.
A piece of American history died last Sunday.
I recently completed a three-part series on the perils of prescription drug abuse — ranging from physical and mental dangers, to an uptick in property crimes to the damages done to friends and family members of those addicted to the pills. We spoke with numerous members of the community, officials in non-profit organizations and care facilities and those in law enforcement, along with one family who was struggling with this in their own home.
Great, something else that’s smarter than me.
A police officer in Manatee County, Fla., was flagged down by a 27-year-old man last week and told that the man was robbed at gunpoint about 90 minutes earlier, according to an article in the Sarasota Herald Tribune. Apparently, police became a little suspicous of the man’s story because of inconsistencies in his story and the delay in reporting the crime.
It’s a term we’ve all heard over and over again throughout the course of our respective lifetimes — “Like a dog with a bone.”
As we were putting together the paper on Wednesday, a winter weather advisory was hanging over our heads, putting pressure on everybody to get their work done as quickly as possible, while simultaneously making all of us groan under our breaths.
Old Bay? Cinnamon and spice? Cracked pepper?
One of my favorite annual local events is the Joshua M. Freeman Valor Awards luncheon, hosted by the Bethany-Fenwick Area Chamber of Commerce.
I’m a little late writing my column this week because I had to cancel a few things I had ordered online the other night. See, there was just no doubt in my mind that I was going to win the $355-million Mega Millions lottery Tuesday night, so I took it upon myself to order a few small items in advance.
You just have to love a new year.
Christmas is a time of songs and poems, stories and tales.
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For the record, my favorite comedy of all time is “Airplane!” — and there really is no close second.
The highway of life can be fraught with breakneck speeding, traffic snarls and distracted drivers. We have to navigate through these potential perils to get to the place we’re trying to reach — both literally and figuratively.
We are fickle creatures, by nature.
There are a few words, images and symbols that have caused me anxiety over my lifetime.