And then they wanted 16 year olds to vote.

And then they wanted 16 year olds to vote.

Let’s see, where do I start? (To answer my own question, I reckon the beginning is always a good place.) Well, when I was a lad of oh 15 or 16 I always had these grandiose, Pollyanna ideas. Thought I then, the young pimpled-faced, shaggy-haired Don: I could run for President of These Here United […]

When the boys grow to young men

When the boys grow to young men

Interesting (at least to me) . . . saw both of my sons this past weekend. I picked up Shamus, 21, at his apartment and drove him to see his brother, Sean, who turned 19 on St. Patrick’s Day. They are both as tall or taller than yours truly. Both have facial hair and deep, […]

Weather or not and more on Mr. Sherman

Weather or not and more on Mr. Sherman

I don’t know who comes up with inclement weather names, but I am making a call for him or her to cut it out. STOP IT, already (or call me so I can come up with more betterer names). So, we survived the so-called “Bomb Cyclone” this past weekend, and I am still not sure […]

Yup. We lost a good one in Mr. Sherman

Yup. We lost a good one in Mr. Sherman

It is not new news, and therefore not news, that Big Jim Sherman, longtime publisher passed away this past weekend. And, though my heart is a tad heavy, it was time. I think his mind finally convinced his body it was time to move on, to find his way to his beloved wife, Hazel. Peace […]

When the news ain’t what it seems

Oh, the other week whilst I was flat on my back with stomach issues, I was able to watch morning network “news” broadcasts. So, I am lying there, feeling sorry for myself, waiting to make another run for the latrine, when I hear Good Morning America co-anchor George Stephanopoulos say something like, “According to reports […]

The saga continues: Deplorables talk back!

The saga continues: Deplorables talk back!

It’s interesting, I think, that in a world where no one has any time for fun, some actually read the words I throw together Monday morning. And, I am grateful. It means I am not wasting time, and therefore also not wasting the boss’ money. Last week I waxed poetically about the “eff-dash- dash-dash” word […]

The deplorables and their language

The deplorables and their language

So, there I was. Taking in my routine Saturday morning breakfast with a cup of coffee, a glass of ice water and a copy of both The Detroit News and The Detroit Free Press. Before me, plated in between the papers and the drinks, scrambled eggs, refried beans, rice and chorizo sausage, topped with copious […]