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“Buffets Are Back — With New Policies and Gloves,” blared the headline recent on the front page of the Wall Street Journal.
“Buffets Are Back — With New Policies and Gloves,” blared the headline recent on the front page of the Wall Street Journal.
There are still a few of us of a certain vintage who remember the rough-and-ready days of Evangeline League baseball, where rivalries were so hot that at most games you were more likely to see a big brawl than a double play.
One of the first cases I studied at Villanova was Tinker v. Des Moines, a seminal case in free speech and student’s rights.
We use euphemisms to soften reality. We do it all the time when forced to discuss things we would rather not discuss or even acknowledge. Death comes to mind.
With Joe Biden’s presidency nearing the six-month mark, the Republican National Committee sent out a “Biden Report Card”—a poll in which Biden’s performance is graded from A to F.
If some retro prankster had asked me a week ago, “Is your refrigerator running?,” my reply would have been, “It’s complicated.”
As you may have surmised one of my favorite things to do is to poke around in old newspapers, looking for little items that reflect the character of a place or of the times, or that just catch my fancy.
When I was in the second grade, I got myself into a bit of a theological pickle.
They called me “The Trail Blazer,” Good Buddy.
That was my citizens band radio handle in the summer of 1977, when the hit movie “Smokey and the Bandit” created a CB craze and millions of kids like me dreamed of getting one.
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