Recalling a Day of Infamy

Eighteen years ago, I recall that I had the day off and was looking forward to sleeping in after a late night on the Herald News copy desk. We were following a story out of Washington, D.C. involving a lawmaker and the disappearance of his young and particularly attractive intern. Our cynacism was already in…

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We’re All Searching For a Heart of Gold, and We’re Growing Old

We all have the need to be loved. It's a basic and human emotion. Some of us in that search find love in all the wrong places. Some of us are blessed and come to learn that we are loved in spite of what we do or don't do to earn such devotion. As children,…

I Can Live With a Phone That’s Dumb as a Stone

With a nod to comedian Dennis Miller (his pre-conservative days), I don't want to go off on a rant here, but I like my antiquated flip phone just fine. Smart phones aside with all their bells and whistles, my dumb phone has been my saving grace from a myriad of distractions and temptations. My wife…

Trumpy Bear, Have You No Shame, Sir?

Channel surfing the other day, I came across a TV ad that I at first thought was a spoof, the kind of thing Saturday Night Live or the Colbert folks over at CBS love on "The Late Show." There was an offer, all to make America great again, for your very own "Trumpy Bear" to warm your heart…