My house has central air conditioning, but again this year I’m not turning it on.
When word came out last week that Leon Redbone, if that was really his name, had died at age 69, my first thought was, how do they know he was 69?
Every Monday (well, except for holidays, in which case Tuesday) for the last 12 and a half years, this column has appeared in The Athens NEWS.
It was originally called “Decoration Day,” and was designated as a day of especial honor for Union soldiers who had been killed in the Civil War, though at the time it was instituted the official document referred not to the Civil War but to “the late rebellion.”
The effort was a good and noble one, but there comes a time when one must gaze out solemnly and in sad but sober voice utter, “The hell with it.”
One of the few advantages – actually, the only advantage – of no longer making news photographs for a living is the opportunity for the artsy muse to take hold.
There’s a good chance that this week you’ll hear of the coming collision between Earth and an asteroid.
A bronze star is embedded in the pavement in front of the medieval cathedral Notre-Dame de Paris. It marks the official center point of France. It is the starting point for all distance measurements from Paris.
Long about dusk this time of year, we hear one of the most satisfying of nature’s sounds: the spring peepers spring peeping.
When my family took the 125-mile trip east, it was almost always for one of three reasons: to pick up someone at Lambert Field, to watch my sister compete in the state spelling bee finals at the Famous-Barr building, or, the best, to watch the St. Louis Cardinals play baseball.
• Lesbian humorist Garbo once shared an apartment with two gay men, who were very open about their sexuality. Sometimes, one of Garbo’s straight friends would come over unannounced, and Garbo would remove a newspaper from the couch only to find gay porn under the newspaper. Once, the landlor…
Yes, it’s April Fools' Day. But not everyone wants to devote the day to solemn observance of the holiday’s true and timeless meaning. For those non-spiritual persons, I offer this column, celebrating one of the ways our government helps us.
Time was, children’s musical education was as important as their instruction in other pursuits and disciplines. It made sense. Still does.
Are you getting more and more telephone calls from swindlers and their infernal robot devices? I am and I don’t like it, so I’ve done something about it. The solution isn’t perfect, but it helps.
As we look to next year’s election, a view of the 1972 presidential race might well be instructive. We’re embarking on a course that more and more resembles a political deja vu.
