Throughout much of my life, I’ve been apolitical. I was either too busy chasing ladies to pay any attention to politics or else I didn’t perceive any difference between the candidates: they were all a bunch of crooks. I didn’t bother to vote, though there was one exception. In the late 1960s, during my more wild and rebellious days, I took the advise of pop-subversive Abbie Hoffman and I voted for his pig.
Liz Reynolds is an energetic, bright-eyed, middle-age, “young” lady who’s a friend of mine.
During the past 30 years, I can’t remember having dinner without a glass of wine. It’s healthy, you know. Good for the heart.
In that length of time I’ve sampled many types of vino and fine-tuned my tastes. Still, I’m no connoisseur by any stretch, which is why I like to discuss the subject with someone who is.
Good morning, class. Today’s topic is addiction and some of the mistaken ideas we have about it.
In case you didn’t know – and I suspect that’s especially true of a large number of newcomers – Enumclaw has a historical museum at the corner of Marion Street and Washington Avenue.
What goes around, comes around, and Sunday evening it’s time for the Academy Awards.
In case you haven’t heard, those with liberal political views have a new hero: Rolling Stone reporter Matt Taibbi.
Despite the dominance of instantaneous e-mail, the U.S. Postal Service isn’t about to follow the Pony Express into oblivion.
I had an old, wooden, dilapidated shed on the South 40 behind my house.
As I sat at the breakfast table, with the fragrant odor of Yuban coffee wafting about my nostrils while gazing through the steel-gray fog and clouds surrounding my house and scattered across my field, I shivered at the thought of stumbling outside into the freezing temps to get some firewood and fully realized with astounding clarity that this would be my destiny for at least another six to eight weeks.
This column has brought me a great deal of fame in our mossy little corner of the world.
It’s a sure sign of age when you find yourself saying, with increasing regularity, “Things are different today.”
Unlike many, if not most, guys, I’m not much interested in cars. Never have been.
