Maybe this would be a good week for us to vow to spend a pleasant meal with someone who voted differently than we did in the last election. Not with the intent of changing their minds, either.
Breaking My Silence
Is it asking too much that “breaking one’s silence” ought to mean something? There are times when folks actually do wait years or even decades to speak about delicate events.
Politics. Virginia Beach-style.
The all-you-can-eat-taxpayer-funded buffet could close down and developers might have to start paying for their own projects.
The horror of it all.
Watch out, Napa.
This stretch of highway may may seem to hold nothing but warehouses and weeds, but apparently this is Virginia's wine country.
That Ballerina Moment
I could feel the art lovers staring. Laughing, no doubt. Waiting to see if the old woman would get up or just lie there on the bike path and expire in the sun.
Sunburned Slobs
The sun doesn’t set until 8:25 p.m. this time of year in Virginia Beach, located at 36.8529° N, 75.9780° W, which means they were having backseat sex in broad daylight, on a city street lined with historic brick sidewalks that families use to lug their beach paraphernalia and where kids ride their bikes.
Life With Dad Was Never Boring
Growing up in our house was like buying a ticket on a high-speed crazy train. Sometimes that ride was exhilarating. At other times, it was frightening.
State Of Newspapers Is Grim And Gloomy
As a writer who spent her entire adult life as a journalist, this study confirms a terrible truth: The industry I loved and labored in is failing.
Messy Suburban Mystery
After viewing this body of animal-droppings art, I realized two things: First, this was a talented photographer, considering her subject matter was decidedly unphotogenic. Second, not all dog excrement looks alike.
They Used To Show WHAT On TV?
Gotta tell you, watching Fred and Barney light up in the backyard was a shock. Shoot, even Wilma smoked.
Virginia Beach Lapdogs Are At It Again
In Virginia Beach, where the majority on city council are drooling lapdogs for developers, the notion of putting people first is laughable.
It’s Friday. Bottoms Up.
Guess who make the best employees? Yep, drinkers. Moderate drinkers. Seems we always show up to work, perhaps because a couple of Advil washed down with Red Bull is enough to get us into the morning commute and feeling right by lunchtime.
Leave Melania Alone
It’s clear that nothing would make today’s press corps happier than seeing the current First Couple miserable.
They’re practically begging Melania to bolt.
There She Goes, Miss America.
Why shouldn’t those whose most striking assets are their faces and derrieres get a sash and some recognition?
Cleaning For The Cleaning Lady
In the past two decades I’ve gone through at least a dozen cleaning services. Some were too expensive. Others did half-hearted work. Some were unreliable. Most started off swell and began to slack as time went by. My latest service is good. But it’s a one-woman operation and she’s been with me less than a year. Ask me again in 12 months.
Nope. Not Running For City Council.
I thought of the Henry David Thoreau quote: “Beware of all enterprises requiring new clothes.” Then I pushed it out of my mind.
Why Can’t Women Bee Nice To Each Other?
Samantha Bee, who got her start on The Daily Show, has always had a nasty edge to her “humor.” But her latest spew, aimed at Ivanka Trump (apparently because Ms. Trump posted a picture of herself with her infant son that outraged Bee and the rest of the left) was sick and irrational.
No Tears For Roseanne
Hypocrisy. Coming in hot from all directions.
Let’s Talk Tronc
It’s something of a relief for the sale to be finalized after a decade of uncertainty.
For the past 10 years, all Pilot employees knew they could wake up one morning and suddenly find themselves working for a new boss.