W&L will remove portraits of the school’s namesakes in military garb and replace them with paintings of the two generals mowing their lawns.
Trust Local Government? Hah.
Can you imagine being fearful that candidates promising to create a “level playing field” might emerge victorious?
Keep America Beautiful
Like most of you I was born after the Keep America Beautiful campaign was launched in 1953. And I’m old enough to remember the “Crying Indian” public service spot that was on television in the early 1970s.
Keep Your Drunken Hands Off My Liver
It's pretty simple to say we should deny livers to lifelong drinkers, and lung transplants to wheezing smokers. But once you take a step down the pathway to playing God, the footing gets pretty treacherous.
Heading Toward Happiness
I was secretly hoping they’d put little SG in a middle seat bookended by strangers. Hey, you buy a cheap ticket, you take the chance that you’ll be sitting next to a tiny chatterbox who’s not reliably potty trained.
To AARP Or Not To AARP?
They start launching these annoying solicitations decades before we reach that magic 50th birthday.
Late-Night TV Is No Joke
Today’s crop of late-night comics? Mean, nasty and profane.
We Were All Monarchs
A Cinderella team from Norfolk that took down a football powerhouse.
Playground Ready: Bubble Wrap, Knee Pads and Helmets?
In part, the policy says it is “advisable for young toddlers to wear a helmet while in the playground because they can easily trip and fall."
Coffee, Tea or Airline Jerkery?
In other words, a stampede off the plane with first-class dandies taking their leisurely time gathering up their Kate Spade carry-ons, and the hoi polloi jamming the aisles with their therapy chickens and steamer trunks, would proceed as usual.
Confession In Glacier National Park
He said his name was Mark. He was a retired house painter from Portland. He’d driven to the park with his son earlier in the week and they planned to head home the next day.
Brett Kavanaugh Deserves Better
This isn’t political gamesmanship, it’s nasty character assassination.
Back In the 757. Maybe.
If you’ve never been to Glacier National Park in Montana these amatuerish photos may whet your appetite but they don’t begin to capture the majesty of the place. You have to see it for yourself.
In Praise Of Beach Dogs
A good beach dog possesses qualities that simply cannot be taught. They're dogs that can be unleashed on the beach and not ruin anyone's good time.
Ancestors, Part II
Sifting through a box of recently discovered photos of my mother’s family, I find nothing but profoundly unattractive ancestors and eccentricity.
We’re Off
For the next week I’ll be hiking with my sister-in-law, armed with nothing but bear spray, Swiss Army knives and our sharp wits.