October is not a hard month for me, more a reflective one. My dad died in October seven years back. Scott Newhall, former swashbuckling editor of this paper, passed as

I’ve played more poker than I’ve attended church. Both, done right, are good for the soul. Played in a run-down mobile home on an Indian reservation once. It was at

Crappies. The fish. Not the bad poopie San Francisco street language. Missed the deadline. Yesterday was my Mighty Newspaper’s Absolute Can’t Write Nothin’ About What Type Of Creature You’d Like

Hey Pops. Cripes. You know me. Big-time historian and can’t remember dates to save my life. Had to look it up and yup. I was right this once. You made

I have a friend who years ago asked a question of the ages: “What if you just want to be — Mad?” My gal pal is so enthusiastic about life. It’s

I used to play a game with my sibling-like substance Leslie’s three youngest kids. Heavens. They’re in their 30s now. When they came of age, around 4 or so, I

Hard to believe, but there are people in my life with even less science acumen than I. They embrace the Left and seem invested in the all-encompassing shades of climate

It’s not like I’m the only person in the country who doesn’t own a TV. I have friends, curiously, all involved in the arts, for whom you can search every

I drove through Yellowstone once. I was on my way to Montana for a sibling rescue. It was January and colder than Nancy Pelosi’s heart. Road crews plowed through with