Opinion

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 doesn’t shine as bright as I would have hoped. I had spent long hours...

They were the best of friends from a very young age. Though quite different — my sister was very bossy and her friend very sweet and accommodating — they were the ying to each other’s yang. I’m sure sister frequently got a good telling...

Happy October! We have officially entered fall in October, the best time of the year, and here are things we are celebrating this month. 1. The Inktober Challenge! During the month of October, we challenge anyone and everyone to pick up a pen or pencil...

To the Editor: We much enjoyed Steve Wilson’s column about gangsters he has known — or at least, thought about (“Words From One Bad Guy to Another,” June 29). It’s exciting to review the daring exploits of these cunning reprobates and satisfying when the sheriff...

“This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to...

For this week’s column I had a nice little piece forming about how to get on national television and make a fool of one’s self; based on personal experience, of course. But a situation arose right in front of my nose, or at least...

To the Editor: As we gather with family and friends to celebrate the Thanksgiving feast of abundance, let’s take a moment to acknowledge those among us who struggle, particularly our immigrant neighbors. Facing uncertainty, and sometimes downright hatred, let’s not forget today’s “least among us.” Reach out to...

I’m a brat. There, I said it. I think my mother was the last person who said it to me many years ago and she wasn’t wrong. I have lived and traveled freely all my life. I have cruised back and forth at will...

To the Editor: Today (Jan. 11) I received a letter from Waste Management in the mail. It threatened to fine me if I didn’t recycle properly. There was a picture of some waste that was not recognizable. I wanted an explanation, so I tried to called them....

I cannot recall the first time I learned about The Great Depression of my parent’s generation, but I do remember their stories of that time in American history. As early as elementary school we watched period newsreels depicting unemployed workers in soup kitchen lines,...