It was about this time of year that kids of my generation made our annual pilgrimage to the Five & Ten to pick out supplies for the new school year. It was a regular mini-adventure.
I watched the opening night of the Democratic National Convention because it was news, not because I was particularly interested in the outcome.
“The first thing we do, let’s reboot all the lawyers.”
I cast my first presidential vote in 1952. It may have been illegal since I was only seven years old at the time, but the statute of limitations has probably run out by now.
American sports are in trouble. At least if I am, in any way, a representation of a typical fan.
I was jealous of my wife a couple of years ago.
Our son’s sophomore English class read Ray Bradbury’s cautionary novel “Fahrenheit 451” and she found the time to read along.
I’ve been pretty lucky in the name department.
COVID-19 is getting old — particularly for employees who’ve been working from home for months.
That’s the finding of a Wall Street Journal article, “Companies Start to Think Remote Work Isn’t So Great After All.”
My first knowledge of the War in the Pacific probably came from then-new episodes of “McHale’s Navy” and the 20-year-old “Made in Occupied Japan” dishware that my mother collected.
One hundred sixty years ago America fought over slavery. Sixty years ago, America fought over black voter suppression. Today America is fighting over black education suppression.