Jim Appelgate passed away around the Thanksgiving holiday, after a fight with pancreatic cancer.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. And a large part of what makes it so goldarn fabulous is the festive array of idiosyncratic traditions each family imprints on their holiday gene map like a candy cane tattoo on the soft flesh behind your knee.
What is it about Christmas that stirs hope in the hearts of even the most cynical?
“I don’t know why so many people get so bent out of shape at this time every year. I thought we were supposed to be merry.”
Christmas is just a couple of days away, which means it’s time for last-minute gift-giving and well-wishing.
What do you say in this day and age of political correctness run amuck? Merry Christmas. Happy Hannukah. Happy holidays. Season’s greetings. Happy Festivus.
The state is renewing its push to require outdoor recreationalists to purchase a Discover Pass.
As a member of the Sunnyside Arts Commission, it was an honor to help design the challenge coin the city bestows on residents.
Ah, time — it travels faster than the Millennium Falcon.
One of my (many) favorite scenes in A Christmas Story is when Ralphie and his family are downtown for a community parade. There’s something cozy about that scene.
At 55.9 cents per gallon, our state already has one of the highest gas taxes in the nation. It’s even more expensive if you drive a diesel here, where the per-gallon tax is 61.9 cents.
Last week was an ugly day for civil discourse.
Be still your beating hearts, because the agonizing wait is over. Wake the kids. Rake the leaves. Fake speaking in tongues.
The day before Thanksgiving, President Obama assured Americans all was well and he knew “of no specific and credible intelligence indicating a plot on the homeland” based “… on the latest information I just received in the Situation Room.”