Cold enough for you?
I won’t hazard a guess as to whether it achieves immortality like “grassy knoll” or “hanging chads,” but surely the phrase “bomb cyclone storm” will remain in the public consciousness of those who endured its cruelties.
I won’t hazard a guess as to whether it achieves immortality like “grassy knoll” or “hanging chads,” but surely the phrase “bomb cyclone storm” will remain in the public consciousness of those who endured its cruelties.
About once a month I get a note from someone who lives someplace else, often far away and for a long time, who reads my column in a community newspaper they still get to stay in touch with the town they will always call home.
One of my fondest childhood memories of Christmas in the 1970s was riding around in the family station wagon, “Bessie,” to look at Christmas lights while I whined to my parents about needing a snack – again.
I’m filled with a renewed sense of hope all of the sudden.
Truthfully, I don’t know why I feel such hopefulness.
When writing advertising copy, I sometimes find myself desperately searching for a zinger of a tag line – and settling for trite admonitions such as “Make this the best hunting season ever” or “Make this the best summer vacation ever.”
Just when you thought the insurance crisis along the Gulf Coast, particularly in Louisiana, could not get any worse, along comes Congress to try and really muck up the problems faced by property owners who are trying to protect the value of their
Last-minute Christmas shoppers looking for bargains are nothing new, and merchants have accommodated them for a long time.
I turned 61 last week.
I don’t plan on joining the celestial choir any time soon, but birthdays make me think of the opposite end of the life cycle.
I read a great piece in the Tribune-Review about the nostalgia many Pittsburghers hold for their favorite old suburban shopping malls — especially around the holidays.
Gambling is everywhere in Louisiana.