People who were kids about the same time I was will testify (though memories fail about other things) that they remember clearly that Joe D’s Pop Rouge was the best red soda pop ever produced, anywhere.
They’re fire-bombing pro-life pregnancy clinics. They’re defacing churches. They’re disrupting pro-life marches with threats of violence. And this is their reasoning: “If abortion isn’t safe, neither are you.”
“Do Something!!” we cry, but the mass shootings by disturbed young men keep coming — from Sandy Hook to Aurora, Parkland, Tucson, Virginia Tech, Buffalo, and now Uvalde. Our political leaders say gun and red-flag laws are the solution. Really?
Wow! Will this really be my 19th Father’s Day as a father?
My biggest regret is that I’ve had to learn so much the hard way. To make life easier for other fathers and prospective fathers, I’m sharing reader-submitted pearls of wisdom:
A brass band playing on the town square was a prime-time affair in summers long past. Practically every community of any size had one to provide weekend concerts and to play at fairs, festivals, and celebrations like the Fourth of July.
For years, social interactions between men and women have become fractured, where the wrong word or glance could end your life as you know it.
If you have small children or grandchildren, it’s difficult to process how a deranged assassin could slaughter such innocent youngsters. Yet it has become a regular happening all over America.
When the draft Supreme Court opinion overturning the constitutional right to an abortion was leaked to the media last month, it tore through Washington, D.C., with the force of a category five hurricane.
Did you get your copy of “Queen Elizabeth II: Reign in Pictures” in time for Her Majesty’s Platinum Jubilee ceremonies?
As a bookazine fanatic, I certainly did.
When we say that some of the early oil wells in south Louisiana were shallow wells, we mean really shallow. Some of them were dug with long-handled post-hole diggers.