As far as Thanksgiving songs are concerned, “Over the River and Through the Woods” may soon be replaced by rock group Chicago’s “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?”
Think of a person who played a pivotal role in your formative years — other than a member of your immediate family.
On Tuesday afternoon, a green card holder from Uzbekistan mowed down some innocent tourists in New York City.
Somewhere during 1962 I turned 16. That was a big year for me.
I’ve always thought piloting an airplane would be a nifty thing to do.
She came home with a high temperature, feeling very ill.
Late last night I decided to empty the spam folder on my computer.
President Donald Trump, who likes to denounce the “fake” news media, threw himself into the warm embrace of Fox News host Sean Hannity on Wednesday night, where he regurgitated at least three claims that were demonstrably false.
I’ve been a fan of the NFL since those wintry Sunday afternoons in the early 1950s when I watched frigid televised football games with my dad in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
“When was the last time you did something for the first time?”
Five years ago, I walked into my first Territorial Days pancake breakfast here at the Chino Valley Senior Center.
This is the story of two young men: one black, one white, and both of whom wear uniforms.
The innocence of childhood is a wonderful thing.
According to Agence France-Presse (AFP) news service, researchers have found what they call a “broad-based cultural shift” in teen behavior.
One of the most consistent joys I’ve experienced over the years has been insulting folks I know and love.