It’s been a little over a week since I shook my head in absolute whizzed-offedness (don’t bother looking that bit of editorial licensing up, you won’t find it). What can I say? I was miffed. Angry I was at our long-legged governor, Jennifer M. Granholm. I know I should not be angry with her, having […]
There, I said it. And, I believe it, too. The communities within the Oxford Leader’s circulation are better places to live because there is a community newspaper here. Conversely, without a community newspaper Oxford would become the proverbial, brainwashed, robotic, non-dramatic (dare I say boring) Stepford. Why do I bring this up? Because there is […]
When I lie me down to sleep, I don’t pray the Lord my soul to keep. I usually offer up platitudes. ‘Oops, sorry ’bout that last indiscretion Big Guy.? And, ‘Thanks for a wonderful life.? Without fail, I put in plugs for my wife and kids — you know, the usual — health and happiness […]
What I miss the most about weekly column writing is interaction. I miss the connection, bond if you will, with readers. I have a folder full of thank you letters, cards and e-mails thoughtful readers have sent to me. It warms my heart to know something I created has touched another human’s soul. A columnist […]
* Enjoying the Super Bowl with family at their house: $2.39 for the gallon of gas it takes to get there and back. * Thirst quenching six pack: $7.89 plus tax, plus deposit. * Watching your five-year-old son during halftime bounce around the living room, arms waiving, chest puffed out and imitating the Rolling Stones? […]
Almost three years to the day, I published the following two paragraphs . . . and let me say, the smackin’ frackin #@$%! moles never left. But, I am getting ahead of myself, and next week’s exciting conclusion to, Of Moles and Men! * * * For the first time EVER in the history of […]
As the most unfeeling, unsympathetic, non-caring, common, uncouth — dare I say, tre? drole — parent of under double-digit aged kids in town, I have yet to sit down for an entire viewing of that cinematic masterpiece, La Marche de l’empereur. For my fellow common and uncouth parents, let me translate: I, the great mocker […]
Asst. Publisher Foreclosures up. Unemployment up. And, for one area company, business is up and growing. In a time of gloom and doom, Glitz Salon offers a ray of hope and good news. They recently purchased a home, located off of Baldwin Road (between Seymour Lake and Stanton Roads), as their business headquarters. The 7,500 […]
Almost three years to the day, I published the following two paragraphs . . . and let me say, the smackin’ frackin #@$%! moles never left. But, I am getting ahead of myself, and next week’s exciting conclusion to, Of Moles and Men! * * * For the first time EVER in the history of […]
Guys. Just like roses, guys by any other name, are still just guys. Black, white, pink or yellow; short, tall, fat or skinny, at any point in the history of mankind — excuse me, in the history of guykind — we guys are the same. I came to this conclusion, this certainty of life, after […]