When I was a tyke, I always freaked out over the possible presence of “cat hairs and goims.” (Why a…
When I was a preschooler, one of my favorite Saturday morning TV programs was “Fireball XL5,” which followed the missions…
My lunch got off to a bad start on November 12 because of the news bulletin that rattled my phone.
Did you realize that November 24 marks the 100th birthday of the venerable (and still-published) comic strip “Gasoline Alley”?
Computer crashes, power outages, Y2K, prostate surgery, parenting crises … I laugh in your faces!
My son Gideon will not be trick-or-treating this year.
As I type these words, my wife is eagerly anticipating the annual Ladies Day at the country church we’ve been…
Maybe I shouldn’t share something so personal with the world, but…my love affair with books continues unabated.
I’m not a doctor. I don’t even play one in newspapers. (So, relax, Rex Morgan, M.D. But look out, big-nosed…
The imperishable words “Hulk smash!” aren’t just for green super-heroes anymore.
“Stubble” is my middle name.
As a college freshman in the fall of 1978, I spent countless evenings camped near the TV in the dorm…
Call me a nuanced curmudgeon.
