I went on a day hike once in New Mexico with my older brother and sister. It was a pretty day, and the terrain, to a kid who had never been west of St. Louis, was otherworldly.
“OK Punky, it’s time!” I kneel down beside my 4-year-old daughter, who is freshly scrubbed, beribboned and dressed in her holiday best.
In one of the better late-era episodes of “Seinfeld,” George Costanza, in a fit of pity, delivers a chair to the always-standing security guard at the Manhattan clothier owned by his we
Here’s the deal: Your economy is collapsing, more people than at any time in recent memory are without jobs, you have no money, you are trapped in your job out of so
“A girl starts walkin’, guys start gawkin’, sits down next to you and starts talkin’!” I’m rapping into a microphone before an audience consisting of my pa
Summary of My Discontent
Day one: I finally found a Wii Fit online and snapped it up. It should be here in a couple of days.
Yep, I’m Gay
Act I: “Gay day is finally here”
Dec. 10, which could be today, is national “Day Without a Gay” day.
By the time you read this, we’ll probably have in hand the casualty report for the latest round of layoffs at The Courier-Journal.
Fables of the Deconstruction
Reviewing recent box office totals, you might think that the last quarter of 2008 has been very good for dog movies. When I last visited the subject (Oct.