This is the time of year when people love to malign fruitcakes. I am not one of those people. For more years than I care to remember, I have made holiday fruitcakes that have turned even hardened naysayers into admirers.
Here in sunny Los Angeles, it’s raining.
It’s too bad it didn’t rain real hard last Saturday.
Big news about all the trash in the Bayou State. Government is going to study the problem.
Well, that didn’t take as long as expected.
When I was in school, this was the time of year when we learned about the Pilgrims and the Mayflower and how they held the first Thanksgiving feast.
In the wake of the off-year elections across the country last week, it became very clear that abortion was the single most important issue that motivated voters.
Finally, the press is doing some hard-hitting reporting about our upcoming presidential election.
One of my co-workers has an autumnal tradition of spending a week of quality time with her dog Alfie around his birthday.
Some may find that eccentric, but even she is skeptical of a trend I saw reported in the Wall Street Journal.
On Nov. 20, 1963, a 31-year-old woman known as Rose Cheramie was found lying next to the road after being hit by a car on Highway 190 near the Silver Slipper Club in Eunice. She was apparently quite drunk and had also been using drugs.