NEW YORK - If you're making a Christmas trip to the Big Apple, I hope you'll stop by and see Billy Crystal.
Some of the savviest advertisers know how to play on our emotions during the holidays.
This week, I am celebrating the 49th anniversary of the first time I wore a paper pilgrim hat and paper buckles on my shoes. I am pretty sure that was the same year I traced my hand to make a turkey.
The people who issue phone numbers say we have run out of numbers again.
I'm not sure how it happened, but many Americans don't know the difference between Memorial Day and Veterans Day.
Television now offers repeats of the same shows, sometimes in the same week. If that's not enough, service providers offer all sorts of repeat plays of everything from sporting events to sitcoms.
I remember seeing a man with a tattoo on his arm when I was about 7 or 8. The man was in a barber shop, where my dad and I were getting a haircut. I later asked him about the strange drawing on the man's arm.
If civility was a patient on a TV medical show, it would be on the operating room table with its chest open and a doctor trying to keep its failing heart beating.
The first aerosol air fresheners appeared in stores after World War II. The technology had been used first for spray insecticides during the war. Some bright individual came up with the idea that spraying a fragrant aroma in an indoor space would make things better.
My earliest memory of vacation was staying at places with names such as the Sand and Surf or the Seashell Motor Inn. They were V-shaped motor lodges with parking right in front of your room.
Life gives us moments forever etched in our minds.
Somewhere in corporate America, someone decided we needed to show some degree of pleasantness, whether it is genuine or not.
In recent days, Hall County said goodbye to the last of the lions who ushered the region into the modern era.
In the hallway of a house where we lived when I was a kid, a shelf was built into the wall for the telephone with a place for the phone and a little space underneath for the phone book. I doubt anyone has included that feature in a house built anytime recently.
You can't tell it by the weather, but the season is here.
I remember going to places such as Six Flags and Stone Mountain when I was a kid. I was always fascinated with the key chains, pencils and bike tags with names on them.
We are a gullible bunch, aren't we?
This column begins as a newspaper column. I'm very happy about that. I like the notion of being a newspaper columnist. I still like to hold the newspaper in my hand and look at it.
Sometimes, when I gripe about slow computers or cellphones that don't do what they are supposed to do, I think about how far we have come in my lifetime.
In an earlier time, we used to celebrate the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln in February. Now, we have combined them into one day to honor all presidents of the United States.
Forecasting the weather is a job I wouldn't want. If you predict rain and it doesn't, folks chuckle and go on their way. If you predict a blizzard and it doesn't happen, folks will stop just short of calling for a lynch mob.
Somewhere along the way, we will explain to future generations how gasoline once cost about 35 cents a gallon and how someone would pump it for you, check your tires and oil and wipe off your windshield.
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