No. 49 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal “There’s a cave, we go inside of ourselves because we want to know more, and we turn this one corner and we go: ‘Oh my God — I didn’t know that was in here.’ We can never...
“Give me land, lots of land, with the starry sky above, don’t fence me in…” — Lyrics from Cole Porter Way back when, my buddy Curtis Stone and I plotted to...
No. 48 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal “If you kill the arts, you kill love, and you kill progress.” — Brendon Urie The...
For most football players, or, for that matter, oboists, it’s harder to get a second napkin in a Chinese restaurant than an NFL tryout. Colin Kaepernick has...
Good darn thing these few hundred thousand ponies are trained to stay in place with but a mere clearing of the throat. Think my hand would get tired holding...
No. 47 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal “The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making...
Years ago, I had a gal pal. She was a competent, flirty-skirty attorney. We agreed on many things, except of course, politics. Being a lawyer, she passionately...
Good heavens, time is speeding by. Halloween’s over, Thanksgiving’s around the bend and Christmas is not too far beyond that. And we’re still basking in Indian...
“Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.” —...
I’m a terribly sentimental fellow, which is not a bad thing. I don’t sob hysterically, fondly recalling a New England Patriots Super Bowl victory. But, a silly...
