The other night, I took a friend out for her birthday at an upscale French restaurant.
The food is magnificent, as authentic as anything I tasted when I lived in Paris — cue the accordion music. But even perfection has its tics.
Are you all fired up and into March madness? It’s my favorite sports time of year. I understand you may disagree, but I’ll take the college basketball tournament over any other sporting event, even the Super Bowl.
A few years ago, a bunch of people tried to erase the memory of Christopher Columbus.
It’s probably not the Easter message you expected, but for the sake of argument, let’s set aside miracles, repentance, heaven, hell and claims of divinity.
Mystery and glamour always make a good news story. If you throw in a big-time gangster, it’s almost guaranteed to make the front page. That’s why the first paragraph of the Opelousas Daily World story on March 27, 1940, caught my eye.
Republicans are never going to impeach Joe Biden.
I wish more Republicans would beat that fact into their skulls.
Piglet! My Irish surname means piglet!
Like millions of Americans, I’ve been poking into my heritage using ancestry sites, such as FamilySearch.com.
Well, THOSE eagerly anticipated revelations certainly crashed and burned.
On March 17, we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with the wearin’ o’ the green, and on March 19 special altars and devotions mark St. Joseph’s Day. These are special occasions and just about everyone at least takes note of them.
In 1978, I took the first of four driving exams. I failed them all.
I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that you cannot convince a Pennsylvania State Police trooper that a three-point turn involves eight backups.