I had to have a long conversation the other night with Glory, the black and white springer spaniel who lives at my house.
I knew as soon as I opened the package that I had made a mistake. The smell that emerged from inside the box was not what I expected.
I've come to the inescapable conclusion that we elect presidents in this country the same way we pick college football national champions. That is, to say, badly.
Now that we've reached the beginning of a new year, a lot of Americans are going to make resolutions about how they are going to become better, healthier people in 2012.
Christmas has always been about family to me. I feel sorry for folks who don't have family to be with today, and I feel even sorrier for the people who just don't like being with their families, even at the holidays.
I was granted an exclusive telephone interview with Santa Claus last week. Don't scoff. Interviews with the jolly old elf, especially this time of year, are hard to come by. Not only is this his busy time of the year, but other media outlets are vying for his time, as well. I understand the "Today" show and "Meet the Press" were also angling for interviews. Of course, I've known Santa since I was a little ...
When I was a kid, I used to get a kick out of listening to some of the expressions the older folks would use.
About 27 years or so ago, a group of business people sat in the executive offices of a skyscraper in downtown Atlanta for a brainstorming session.
If you wanted to watch John Jacobs' face light up, just ask him about his grandchildren. There was no question that John was devoted to his wife and that he loved his son and daughter. But the real lights of his life were those seven grandchildren. By the time I met John nearly six years ago, he had already retired - or what passed as retirement for him - from the media empire he built. ...
Larry Munson was unequalled as a radio announcer, yet he wasn't the most skilled at giving down and distance. He sometimes forgot to say "touchdown" when Georgia scored.
I've made no secret of my belief that the Christmas season does not officially begin until Santa Claus is spotted in Herald Square at the end of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Back in the post-Depression days, America seemed to have larger-than-life criminals - John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson, Al Capone - who, through portrayals of them on TV and in movies, have become almost legendary figures.
In a lot of ways, I'm glad my Great Aunt Cecile didn't live long enough to read the story in The New York Times that an alert reader sent me last week.
I'm a sucker for trivia questions. My head is full of obscure and useless information, and my friends are always trying to test my knowledge of such.
Something made me think of ol' Ernest T. Bass last week. You might remember when Ernest T. came down out of the mountains into Mayberry looking for himself a woman. He said he had the looks and the brains he needed. But something was missing. "But the only thing standing 'twixt me and sweet romance is a uniform," he said. So Andy gave him one of Barney's uniforms, and Ernest T. headed back into the ...
Mere minutes after a teenage terrorist had been captured, Bostonians poured into the streets and cheered – cheered! – the police and firefighters who had ended the terror.
The government has been getting its grubby little paws into your paycheck every two weeks for the last year, and now it's ready for you to give more.
I often get asked how Glory, the black and white springer spaniel who lives at my house, and I got together.
I sometimes have a hard time sleeping, so I do what a lot of people suffering from insomnia do. I turn on the TV.
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