You could think of this column as four days late, but I prefer to view it as 362 days early, 2020 being a leap year.
Over the years I’ve come to appreciate accents, peculiar usage of words, and regional slang.
Until a couple of weeks ago I had never heard of Worcester, Massachusetts Fire Lt. Jason Menard. There’s a good chance that you’ve never heard of him at all.
Well, that went by in a hurry.
One of the most fascinating stories of the last decade, to me, is the discovery and identification of the remains of Richard III, the last Yorkist king of England.
"Among the first settlers of Athens County were many who had served in the Revolutionary War… Scarcely a cemetery is there which does not contain one or more graves of men who helped the young nation in securing its independence."
Halloween used to be celebrated on, you know, Halloween.
OK, very funny. Now stop.
And so came the time of year when the houseplants are brought back inside.
Then there was the time Red Foley came to our house for supper.
It has begun.
Having been in commercial media most of my life, my interest in advertising is more than passing.
If you have taken at face value the recent panicked coverage of vaping – deaths, illnesses, presidential pronouncements – then everything you know on the subject is wrong.
September is here. That used to be when school started, but not anymore. (Nor does school close for the summer in mid-May. There’s probably a reason for the changes, but I do not know what it is.)
The note from Katherine Ziff was tantalizing.
