“I can’t stand winter,” said Herb Collins, who had dropped in at the Mule Barn’s philosophy counter for a quick cup. “There’s nothing to do.”
Recently I ran across something I had written online in 1994.
What happens when the dog catches the car? Now that the Republicans control the Senate, will they continue to be the party of unsubstantiated conspiracy theories?
It can be fun living in the future.
Hey guys. Did this whole crazy holy daze madcap bedlam thing sneak up on you this year, making the world speed up like a maglev Bullet Train going downhill lit by a strobe, like it did us?
The year gone by was marked by a tangle of stories involving midterm elections, grand juries and scandalous outfits worn by Sasha and Malia Obama. No need for a tedious yearend recap.
Windy had sent off for a doo-dad for his small kitchen, and that’s why he checked the mailbox.
It was the ancient Romans, I believe, who had a deity named Janus with two faces…one looking forward and the other back.
The solstice was this past Sunday, marking the beginning of winter, but also the shortest day of the year.
The snow started coming down hard a few hours after we’d arrived.
It’s that time of year when we count our blessings. In America, they are abundant, especially this year.
Here it is again - Christmas Eve - and like so many of the Christmas Eves I’ve celebrated, I’m not ready for Christmas Day.
When it comes to romance, it’s hard to beat ol’ Dud.
With Christmas just six days away, here’s what I’d like to see Santa bring Sunnyside this yule season:
I’m writing one of my infrequent serious columns, because I realize there is more to Christmas than non-stop holly jolly mirth.