I got my first COVID-19 shot the other day, and it brought back childhood memories.  Nope, not painful memories of getting my shots. I’m not

Two guys get into a fender bender. A profanity-laced shouting match ensues.  And it turns out one of them is a racist.   Is it news? 

Get your tinfoil hats, folks. It’s conspiracy theory time. SOMETHING exploded in the hills near Newhall on Tuesday night. That much is certain. The video

“A little ditty, about Jack and Di-aaane…” My high school pal Dave Hansen would be singing the song as he sauntered up to the line

I’ve got a secret. Please don’t think less of me. But I have a guilty pleasure. I watch “The Bachelor.”  And “The Bachelorette.” And “Bachelors

Ever heard of giving someone “the mushroom treatment”? It’s when you keep someone in the dark and feed them bull… er, manure. I was reminded

On a family road trip a while back, we ordered food to be delivered to the hotel room. It arrived, hot and ready, an hour

I’ve often thought of being a dictator. I’d be a benevolent dictator, because I’m a nice guy. But it would come with certain benefits, which

UPDATED Sunday, Jan. 3, to include omissions and recent developments: “Hi Tim, this is Allan Cameron.” It was an unmistakable baritone voice, and he drew

Let’s flash back a year. Remember the end of 2019? People couldn’t wait for 2019 to be over. The consensus was, it was an awful

Woody (answers phone): Cheers! Yes, ma’am, right away. (Turns to Carla.) There’s some lady screaming her head off. Carla: What’s she want? Woody: I don’t

I’m no constitutional scholar. But I am a pretty avid practitioner of the First Amendment. So, I have those five freedoms committed to memory, the

Ah, the Saturday after Thanksgiving. That day when the anticipation finally starts to pay off, the food-drink-football-shopping hangover from Turkey Day and Black Friday has

It was one of those moments, like 9/11, or the 1994 earthquake, or, for previous generations, the assassination of JFK. You will always remember where

It was a Sunday afternoon in March. My wife and I were at one of our favorite spots, a local micro-brewery, unwinding and enjoying an

When our daughter came home for Christmas break at the end of her first semester at Washington State University, she went through the airports toting

“Them n—-s just got aired out… Somebody bust on the police, n—-. Two sheriffs shot in the face. They trippin’. It’s going up in Compton…

What’s the statute of limitations on Stupid Teenage Pranks?  I think I’m in the clear, so a confession: In the 1980s, my knucklehead buddies and