Remember your best friend?
Remember when you were younger and your phone would ring and it would be your best friend and he’d say, “What are you doing?” and you’d say, “I’ve got this to do and this and this,” and he’d say “No… READ MORE
Remember when you were younger and your phone would ring and it would be your best friend and he’d say, “What are you doing?” and you’d say, “I’ve got this to do and this and this,” and he’d say “No… READ MORE
Mom’s friend Judi was killed in a hit-and-run the other day, and I didn’t know what to say to Mom, or even if I should say anything at all. I guess I was still in shock myself. She had known… READ MORE
This is what I remember of that awful September 11 morning in 2001. The air was cool, crisp and clear, which was unusual for a September morning in the Florida Panhandle. The newsroom was empty except for Ralph Routon and… READ MORE
Another mass shooting. Ten people dead this time in what has become a depressing affront to human decency. We will react the way we always react – with declarations of “thoughts and prayers,” angry remonstrations over gun control or mental… READ MORE
Recently I posted a link to a story about former Republican Congressman Aaron Schock, who finally admitted he is gay. Schock was known for opposing gay rights measures while in office. In my post I said something to the effect… READ MORE
Photo courtesy of Benson Kua of flickr. — I am a lonely, miserable old man, with no reason to get up in the morning. I am alone now. I have always been alone, and I will always be alone. Would… READ MORE
On my way to the office this morning I stopped by a local convenience store to pick up a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I had five hours of work ahead of me before I could enjoy the Christmas “holiday.” The… READ MORE
Photo courtesy of Feddacheenee via Creative Commons. — You are … a radio star. … You are … a radio star. … Video killed the radio star. – The Buggles, “Video Killed the Radio Star,” 1979 Stealing a quick glance… READ MORE
This is the Fourth of July I remember. It is the sepia-toned America of my youth – large cars with tailfins, puffy thunderstorms over Crestview and foil peeled off a Salisbury steak TV dinner. Television stations start their morning broadcast… READ MORE
I visited Santa Rosa Mall the other day. It was sad. Sears was shuttered. I almost never shopped there unless I needed a belt. Sears always had a large selection of belts for guys with beer guts like yours truly…. READ MORE