It’s past time that we, here in America, learn how to agree to disagree. And civilly.
I was checking the local pollen levels on the internet recently when a thought came to me – how long have we humans been so all-fired concerned with pollen levels, anyway?
When I began writing this column, I made the decision to refrain from writing editorially about things that hit too close to home.
Father’s Day of 2001 was a new experience for me.
Last weekend, a group of Islamic extremists in the United Kingdom used a vehicle and knives to kill innocent bystanders on the London Bridge.
I recently spent a pleasant evening on my porch, doing absolutely nothing constructive.
Over the course of his campaign, Donald Trump talked some big game when it came to job creation.
After finding out the hard way that my garbage cart isn’t immune to certain critters (and I don’t mean human ones) and then catching one, if not red-pawed, at least slinking guiltily, I feel I must speak.
Is this only May? How can that be? True, June is getting closer, but it’s not in any hurry that I can see. And then there’ll be July and August, just plodding along like they don’t care.
One need not be an expert to know that Donald Trump’s presidency, to date, has been a little shaky.