“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.
The mayor won, again.
I will now relate a touching tale, of a man and his recliner.
On Monday, in honor of Labor Day, members of the group called “Fight for $15″ took to the streets across the country, including across the river in Memphis, demanding an increase in the federal minimum wage. It was a call for a “livable” wage, in which those of all skill sets – including those without any – can afford to raise a family.
Today, it’s a little of this, a little of that:
Last night may have marked the end of a near-century long tradition in Arkansas Razorback football. With their 49-to-7 blowout win over Florida A&M (who?), the Hogs could have very well played their last regular season football game in Little Rock’s War Memorial Stadium.
I have been faced with a terrible choice this week – to fair, or not to fair?
On Monday, Donald Trump took to the podium at Fort Myer, facing a hall full of American soldiers, and did two things. He announced that the 16-year Afghanistan War, the longest in American history, would continue indefinitely. By doing so, he also broke another key campaign promise.
This is supposed to be a humorous, if not always hysterically funny, column. But lately there hasn’t been a lot of funny stuff going on the world. That’s why, after giving up on current events, I decided to to write a column on different aspects of birthdays.
This editorial won’t be well received by a number of my readers. Some of those readers have already complained that we, here at the Times-Herald, have shown prejudice against white people on this opinion page in the aftermath of the Charlottesville incident.