Funny Papers Again Column | Tempest Has Fugited So We Are Fallinā Again
We are now nearly two weeks into Fall, the equal hours of day and night took place Sept. 23 and will daily see the hours of darkness increase while, alas, daylight will lessen. We now fall head long into the what is known as...
Funny Papers Again Column | Do Svidaniya, Priyatyl, Do Svidaniya
For those of us who are now in our seventh decade, and those of decades more, there are certain times in history that may influence us in often-profound ways. It stands to reason, then, that any news story which gobbled up precious air time...
Funny Papers Again Column | Puzzles, Parades and Pepperās Salty Words
I am not sure what mental quirk, not a medical term, takes place in brain wave synapses, a medical term, triggers a memory which in turn elicits a mental response, but I know they happen; happened to me recently. In this instance, I was...
Funny Papers Again Column | The Last Goodbye Is the Hardest
When I began writing this weekās column I had it in my mind, and in my notes, to cover high school stage productions, local law armory and a couple other short pieces. But, as the old saying goes, āstuff happensā (paraphrased for publication) and...
Window on the World Column | No Need to Quarantine Here
It seemed as if it should be simple enough. Used to be that way. I wanted to go to my hometown of my home country and sprinkle the ashes of my oldest friendās mother on the sea wall, where we used to hang out...
Funny Papers Again Column | The Long and Short of It
You know what I donāt like, let me tell ya what I donāt like. I donāt like all these little shortcuts that have infested the Kingās English in past few years. I have had to be aware of how to use words as I...
Worthy to Print Column: Growing up
I was afraid I was going to have to write about my broken heart today. I had been watching all the hooligans run wild and could not figure out how even the most frightened politician could be seen back in their district with all...
Worthy to Print Column | Out of the Hurricane
Alas, Dear Reader! Here is hope that your waning days of the dog days of August are filled with light and laughter. As for me and my dependents, the sun doesnāt shine as bright as I would have hoped. I had spent long hours...



















