On occasion, I’ve been in the presence of the rich and/or famous. Usually, though, I am lost among hundreds–maybe thousands–turning out for political rallies or tent shows. At one, I blathered excitedly upon winning a box

Whether we bow in reverence to statistics or grow nauseous dealing with the barrage of numbers dealt with daily, most of us value “peace and goodwill” wherever we can find it. Foundational to both is Christian

  Media–both print and electronic–have slathered us with minute details of Arlington’s Grand Prix. Surely their “slatherers” are either bent or broken for putting undue strain on us who are feigning interest when we’d sooner watch

My Uncle Mort is committed to establishing a “Go Fund Me” campaign for postal workers of America, retroactive to whenever early voting began. He suggests joint beneficiaries–directing one-half of the proceeds to whichever “save the trees”

My Uncle Mort sometimes has “bats in his belfry.”  Fact is, he’s heard such second, third and fourth-hand opinions so many times that he’s begun research about these flying mammals.  Now, he swells with pride when

He’s likely been a “forward thinker” since “diaper days” some 80 years ago.  Glenn Dromgoole–my friend of almost 60 years–probably can trace his “can do” spirit back to pre-school tricycle races.  A proud graduate of Sour

The expression about an ill wind blowing no good goes back almost five centuries. Just 52 years ago, however, a true-life example occurred at what seemed to be an unlucky turn of event at a Justin,

Our sense of hearing is to be treasured. The sound of ships nearing shores, buzzers sounding at the end of victories and fireworks signaling a new year are but three examples.  There are, however, pitfalls to

It was an afternoon when elements of Murphy’s Law loomed, not in cataclysmic ways, but merely gnawing tidbits of annoyance–for both me and others–that harkened us back to lessons of a children’s book, The Little Engine That

   A Wheel of Fortune contestant, one Reginald Somebody, answered matter-of-factly to host Ryan Seacrest’s query about life goals.      Reginald answered soberly. “My dream is to hawk beer in every major league baseball park in

It should come as no surprise to those of us who have reached “geezerhood” that our ear drums are challenged annually by random sounds–from up and down, here, there and all around.  It’s the sounds of

It’s usually a “ho-hum” thing when my Uncle Mort calls. If it’s about business, I make sure to “think monkey” in front of it.  Recently, his “jabber” included details of his “blind hog luck” while fetching