It cometh, but not yet

It was right after Halloween. I was half-watching a TV show, when I heard someone announce that Halloween marks the beginning of the Eating Season.

Must we fall back?

This happens twice every year, and twice every year I rail against it. But the Time Cops keep winning. I’m speaking, of course, of the upcoming time change.

Time for trick or treat

This is my last column before Halloween, and I suppose I do have a bit of good news: Seems my bum knee is coming around sufficiently to allow me to hand out candy on the big night.

Did I jinx myself?

With Halloween around the corner, I decided to talk about something that is creepier than a lot of folks seem to think. I call them the four types of prophecy.

Eggnog strikes again

Alas, it was an innocent mid-week trip to the store to pick up some things. And the visit had started off well. I had swung by a particular part of the store and had gotten a good “bah, humbug” fix, snorting at all the Christmas stuff that was already up. Ah, yes, that was the ticket.

Scrooge gets warmed up

“What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer…..” Ebenezer Scrooge.