“It wasn’t my fault the car in front of me hit me. I glanced at my text message for only a second when our bumpers collided.”
“How could the car in front of you hit you?”
April 14, 1935, is still referred to as Black Sunday in the American Midwest because that was the worst day of one of the worst dust storms in U.S. history.
During my career as a late-in-life columnist, I have been blessed with the opportunity to chronicle three birthdays ending in zero.
Gloria Steinem turned 90 years old last month. She is the oldest living feminist from an era when this was a sign of being a “serious woman.”
There has been a lot of chatter in recent months about the need to rewrite Louisiana’s constitution. And for good reason. This original slim document has now blossomed into the nation’s seventh longest state charter with over 83,000 words.
Wise and witty thoughts are the only things that bring me any solace during tax-filing season — thoughts, such as these:
“The best way to teach your kids about taxes is by eating 30% of their ice cream.” (Bill Murray)
A recent Wall Street Journal article provided food for thought about the decibel levels in restaurants.
The little steamer Fairy carried the mail from Franklin to Lake Verret near Napoleonville in the 1850s, holding the contract because it could make the trip in only six hours when the wind blew wrong and a lot faster on a nice, quiet day.
The State Legislature has quickly passed bills promoting Educational Savings Accounts (ESA’s) out of both the Senate and House Education Committees, and the ESA bills are now headed for critical floor votes — and an all-out opposition from governm
I was born in Baltimore at the end of 1961.
I was only in Charm City for the first months of my life, and was younger than a toddler when my mom and dad traveled back home to their native Philadelphia.