Many years ago, when I was a fresh-faced, full-of-spit-and-vinegar young reporter, I wrote a story indicating that a local church had hired a new minister.
You're no doubt aware that Pope Benedict XVI has announced his upcoming resignation, becoming the first pontiff to step down in 598 years.
The United States is facing grave situations both home and abroad that threaten the very survival of our country as we know it.
I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I miss the days when I was -- a few decades ago, when the sport was indeed the national pastime and was the primary topic of conversation whenever boys of any age -- from 7 to 70 -- got together.
A couple weeks ago we talked about the Internet and the opportunities it's opened for everyone around the globe.
Few things are as juicy as a high-profile trial involving wealthy celebrities, millions of dollars and accusations of dastardly deeds.
It doesn't take a genius -- or even a dim-witted newspaper columnist -- to know that the practice of communicating in 2013 is nothing like it was a decade ago.
Holiday tips for amazing home remedies:
Every six or eight years I relate to you a Christmas story first told to me by Max Ford. Here goes:
I'm going to let you in on a little secret, but you've got to promise not to tell anyone. Do I have your word you're going to keep this absolutely confidential?
I'm 64 years old, and I'm no closer to figuring out life's why-things-happen-the-way-they-do mystery than I was when I was a teenage pup.
Christmas is upon us and with it the holiday party scene. A few of us guys were sitting around the other day talking about having a little get-together to celebrate the season.
During this holiday season, I'm thankful for:
Gen. David Petraeus, his buff girlfriend, that buxom woman from Tampa and the other general, whatever his name is, are proving once again the truth of a saying that's been around a long time:
My friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County is glad the elections are over.
Isn't it odd how every once in awhile, something pops in your head that's been buried for a long time -- a distant memory that for some reason comes alive?
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