I’m yet to see my last movie at the Sierra
My wife didn’t understand. How could she?
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My wife didn’t understand. How could she?
We are gathered here today to pay our final respects to a word no longer relevant.
Nerd.
The Jefferson Herald had a dose of Andy Warhol’s “15 minutes of fame” a few decades ago, stemming from a presidential preference survey of Greene County political junkies.
Nostalgia is one of the hallmarks of the Christmas season.
A few weeks ago, we had to have Sloan Plumbing come by and fix a leak.
Plumbers, like their friends the electrician and the cable guy, can never quite commit to an arrival time.
In a way, I got my first byline in the Bee & Herald back in December 1979.
I was 3.
Arguably, I’ve only improved marginally as a writer.
The discretionary portion of the federal budget accounts for a small fraction of the national government’s annual spending.
He’s Uncle Ben. The rice. Charmin. Ivory soap. The Folgers in Iowa’s cup.
There’s nothing like literally being slapped awake the first night in your new home by your wife exclaiming, “There was an animal on my chest, but then it ran away,” to make you wonder what kind of
Can a third political party, or at least a loose organization of political independents, hope for any success in today’s political climate? I used to think not.