The air was "moist." No, I'm not beginning a column by quoting from "Throw Mama from the Train." The air was actually hot and humid the other night. As I walked across the parking lot of my apartment complex, I began to get flushed.
By Anthony Rhoads
There are many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Specifically, I have many things for which to be thankful.
By Billy Corriher
By Clay Wilson
Michael Jackson. The name used to be synonymous with great music. Throw on an old Jackson Five record or the "Off the Wall" album and you'll know what I mean.
Only a few shopping weekends remain until Dec. 25, and it seems that good, affordable gifts are hard to come by.
By Michael Davis
There are some people I've met who as far as I can tell define their lives as: A. Stuff and B. Whatever it takes to get the stuff done. "Just get it done" that's their motto. Tasks and the completion of those tasks presumably 'til your poor heart fails you. That's it. No commentary, no interpretation and certainly no room for fun. You live in a box, you drive in a box, you watch other "personalities" on a box, and you will ultimately rest in a box. Why not loosen up in the meantime and come out of your shell? Do you really want to view life as a series of items to check off a "to-do list"?
Thankfulness, family, pilgrims and Indian corn, little kids coloring outlines of their hands to look like a turkey, food, football and a day off of work (for most). Now that we've gotten that out of the way here's what I'm thankful for: the First Amendment.
By Greg Gelpi and Michael Davis
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Because Thanksgiving is upon us I'm following Thumper's mom's dictum: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Forgive me for feeling a bit old these days as all the icons of my youth are starting to fall by the wayside.
By Ed Brock
Last week's news, as always, was a hodgepodge of various items but I couldn't help drawing a connection between two announcements.
Circling the skies, the vulture observed its prey until the opportune time to swoop down.
For the last few weeks we have been asking for readers' memories of Nov. 22, 1963, the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
There is an important question that must be asked regarding the situation of Army Lt. Col. Allen B. West.