Summary of My Discontent
Sugar Welp, beloved daughter of a mutt mother and a Heinz 57 father, died Jan. 9 after a brief illness. She was 14 people-years old.
Yep, I’m Gay
I want to name my two new (and by new I mean “possibly future”) Betta Splendens (Siamese Fighting Fish) Sodom and Gomorrah. Has a nice ring, no? And fitting, yes?
Cary Stemle, my friend and former editor, posted something intriguing on his Facebook page last week: a brief, glowing endorsement of the new Clint Eastwood tough-guy flick, “Gran Torin
Fables of the Deconstruction
I recently joined one of those Internet social networking sites. Why not?
“Times are tough. People need to make sacrifices. I just don’t want to be one of them.”
Like some 67,000 other Americans, I recently signed a petition asking our next president to deliver on his promise of change, specifically in his choice for Secretary of Agriculture.
Do more bricks and mortar, regardless of site and design, always add up to progress? This would seem to be the prevailing attitude of our local daily newspaper over the past couple of years.
Watching David Williams maneuver as the Republican leader in Frankfort is like seeing Goliath battle a hundred little Davids.
As I navigated my son’s stroller through the press of holiday shoppers a few weeks ago, I could hear the high-pitched shrieks of a small boy in the midst of one very loud tantrum.