I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass.
Back during all the icy weather, I said to someone that I’d rather sneeze than freeze. I meant it quite literally.
I recall the day, while I was toiling away in the second grade, when my fellow toilers and I were informed that, beginning immediately, we would use nothing but “real writin’” for all tests and anything else we did that required written communication.
After reading that a production of the play, “The Vagina Monologues” had been cancelled at Mt. Holyoke College in Massacheusetts, I was intrigued. The reason given was that it wasn’t inclusive enough, because trans-gender women were not included in the play. First let me say, that if it can be scheduled, it can be unscheduled. Totally their right. No outrage there. However, I began to get my feelings hurt a little after I thought about it, and realized that I couldn’t remember a single instance in which I’ve benefitted from political correctness. Obviously, the PC Police have been ignoring me, and that knowledge hurt my feelings even more. To that … Continued
I could hardly believe my ears when I heard that foul, four-letter word on TV: Snow.
I’m on record as being a fan of college football, and not caring that much about the NFL. I know I am in a minority. I don’t care.
Well, it’s time to bid a fond farewell to college football, alas. I know there’s still some pro games, but I’m a college football fan.
Because Christmas and New Year’s came on Thursday this time around, I missed two consecutive weeks of columns.
A few notes on the Holiday Season and Scrooge – not necessarily in that order.