So, Monday night I was lulled to sleep by the soundtrack, dialogue and carnage that is that cinematic masterpiece Killer Klowns From Outer Space, and somewhere between evil Klown snickering and screams, just before my brain turned off, I thought, “Rats. I didn’t write that column . . .” * * * Good morning, happy […]
It’s Monday morning. I’ve gotten to the office an hour early. It’s 7 a.m. I opened up the shop, turned the lights on, made the week’s first pot of coffee. This is a good part of my Monday routine. Silence. No one here to ask questions, look for solutions to problems; nobody in need of […]
I know, I know. Many, dare I say most, of you think of me as this manly mans man kinda guy. If I had another name it might be Guy Man. Alas, I don’t have another name. I am just plain old, ever-lovin’ and affable Don Rush. Hate to break it to you, but I […]
By Don Rush Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School. The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the […]
When I was but a young buck, cub-reporter, freshly scrubbed and right out of J school (Journalism, for those not in the know), I soon learned a number of useful community news lessons from Big Jim Sherman, Sr. Surprisingly, I have actually remembered them thar lessons, though it has been a number of decades since […]
By Don Rush Come with me. Let me take you by the hand and lead down the path of righteousness. Let me walk you through the week that was — a journey, if you will — through an average week in the life of your hero (Oh, you didn’t know, that would be me). * […]
By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]
Aside from the aesthetics of a pasty white dude glowing in the sunlight, gardening requires the use of a lot of sharp tools like shovels, saws, shears, clippers, nippers, cloppers and other things that just thinking about shivers me timbers.
I admit I am, at times, overly zealous in my enthusiasms. And, sometimes, even in public speaking roles, I can get on a roll where what comes out of my mouth is as much a surprise to my ears as to all those other hearing ears not attached to my head.Sometimes I just get too […]
I admit I am, at times, overly zealous in my enthusiasms. And, sometimes, even in public speaking roles, I can get on a roll where what comes out of my mouth is as much a surprise to my ears as to all those other hearing ears not attached to my head.Sometimes I just get too […]