During this holiday season, I'm thankful for:
Opinions are a dime a dozen. Here are a few to ponder:
Who's become the favorite whipping boy of both the left and the right?
What do you get when you combine one of today's most electrifying performers with the grandest, most phenomenal, sappiest sound track of all time?
As interstate highways go -- long on speed but generally short on scenery -- I-81 is one of the most attractive. It winds its way up the scenic Shenandoah Valley from southern Virginia to Scranton, Pa., and beyond.
"Enjoy our famous smoked salmon."
How many battles have been fought in the name of religion?
Belching is a manly art, says my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County.
Miss South Carolina, Brooke Mosteller, got in a bit of hot water recently while competing in the Miss America pageant, linking the Palmetto State and mobile homes in a manner that some people found offensive.
My friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County writes to say the French bravado concerning Syria is just for show.
We have become a nation addicted to noise.
Back in the day, when I was newspapering full-time at the C-I and Sheila McKinney was Localife editor, she was a whiz at putting wedding stories together.
We read a lot about people trying to simplify their lives.
The words startled me as soon as I saw them:
I'm a newspaper guy -- been at it for 41 years now -- so I usually come down on the side of the media when there's some kind of dust-up with a politician.
Everyone who's sick of winter, raise your hands.
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