I went on a food-buying safari to a supermarket on Super Bowl Sunday morning.ItĢƵ one of those days when you could take your life into your own hands.Hundreds of brave, bargain-hunting shoppers attack everything on sale.While there, I happened to stop in the coffee aisle.It was there that I ...
Early afternoon, Super Bowl Sunday. The columnist is visiting, with a friend, a cemetery just off Route 201, near Vanderbilt. Later we drive on over to a cemetery from which Perryopolis sprawls in the middle-distance.We were remembering the dead. Obviously, it means nothing to the dead to be ...
The case for Donald Trump is harder to figure, but only because the guy is such a gas bag. His comment the other day after President Obama spoke at a mosque — “maybe he feels comfortable there” — was another in a long line of ugly innuendos he has used to poison the political well.To ...