After scraping around for something -- anything -- good to say about President Barack Obama's debate performance, I came up with this much: at least he didn't look at his watch.
There's this prison, you see, but there's something different about it. People who visit don't come away with visions of iron bars and murderers and breakouts and hardened men desperate to find a way out.
I tore down the old swing set last weekend, demolished it actually. I unscrewed as many nuts and bolts as I could and then took the saw to it, leaving only the pile of sand which had broken the fall of many a crying or giggling toddler at the base of the sliding board. It was time. The old structure had become a little "shop of horrors," so to speak. There were several rungs missing from the ladder, there were damaged boards everywhere, the swings had become rusty and unreliable. She was tired.
SOUTH BEND, Ind. -- Contrary to conventional wisdom that debates are rarely, if ever, game-changers, the first presidential debate was a demolition derby.
Even the best batters have to take batting practice sometimes. But it seems Barack Obama didn't heed such advice during the debate last Wednesday night. His lack of preparation was strikingly evident, only giving further credence to the idea that the president just doesn't seem to like the game of politics all too much.
As a teenager in Pennsylvania, I delivered The Morning Call and The Evening Chronicle to customers in a suburb of Allentown. On rainy days, I'd try to make sure the paper stayed dry inside the screen door. Now, I get The State and the New York Times delivered to my driveway in plastic bags, though the Times delivery is erratic. I can, of course, also read the Times on my iPhone, iPad and desktop computer.
Once or twice a year while living in the Washington, D.C., area as a child, my father would drive me and my sister to New York's Long Island to visit my grandparents, Ira and Barbara Cahn. They lived in Wantaugh, but spent much of their waking hours -- as well as time they should have been sleeping -- a little east of there in Massapequa.
Twenty-five years after sociologist William Julius Wilson's important study of urban decline and vanishing "marriageable men," poverty is still with us. At least, we're finding lots of new ways to argue about it, even if our theories are no less sharply divided than the rest of our politics.
Move over Duggar family, TLC has a new hit show on their hands.
Six weeks have passed since my oldest son walked through our back door. The mere mention of this makes the stretch seem even longer. Of course, aside from a normal dose of missing their brother, for his siblings, this time represents six weeks of more slices of pizza at dinner, shorter waits for the bathroom, and total control of the TV remote. For me, it suggests more intangibles. It is the void, the missing place setting at our table, and the one less body charging down the stairs for breakfast like a horse running for open country.
Research tells us Americans are getting smarter as time goes by.
WASHINGTON -- Gloria Steinem is unmistakable.
The European's triumph during the final round of the Ryder Cup Sunday may provide a preview of things to come on the PGA Tour.
That morning, a piano tune from boyhood days echoed down the halls of Pinedale, a senior citizens care facility located near Camden. As we drew abreast of the piano player's room, there sat Neva Shannon ("Coota") Montgomery with her near 100-year-old, yet nimble fingers "tickling the ivories" into the song "Jesus Loves Me."
If there's one thing I have an unnatural fear of, it's insects of both the crawling and flying variety. I've known that about myself since I was at least 12 years old when a huge bumblebee landed on my head. Not knowing what it was, I reached up and grabbed it only for it to -- naturally -- sting me. Luckily, I'm not allergic, but, boy!, did it hurt. Why that translated to a fear of crawling insects, I'm not sure except that I remember a giant millipede (or something like that) crawling up my bedroom wall ...
I think I may have a new hero.
For at least 20 years, maybe 25, Mama planned her home-going to heaven. Not a week -- and sometimes not a day -- went by when she ...
When researching almost any topic, no matter how mundane or limited in scope, one faces the problem of determining the accuracy of information he finds ...
There's an old joke claiming a new computer is obsolete by the time you buy it.
WASHINGTON -- It is good to be President Barack Obama these days.
WASHINGTON -- Current quibbling over what Jeb Bush meant when he said it's time to phase out and replace Medicare -- as opposed to "attacking the ...
The world, and life in general, is filled with sadness, despair, hopelessness, hatred, evil, negativity and sorrow of all kinds. Sorry to be such a ...
What's your favorite pet: dog or cat? What do you prefer on your hot dog: mustard or ketchup? Who do you like for president ...
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