I was 22 years old, and in my second year at the University of Washington that fateful day, one of my Classics professors, without knowing it, helped put a name to my dreaded affliction.
I was listening to the radio on the way in to work the other day when I caught a discussion…
One of the largest Veterans Day parades west of the Mississippi returns to Auburn on Saturday, Nov. 11.
Before we put the veterans back on the shelf until the next observance, I think it’s worthwhile to consider a few of the things they have done for us that we may have forgotten.
Lately I have found myself overwhelmed.
On the morning of Sept. 15, 1963, four little girls were getting ready for Sunday school in the basement of…
You read about them in the papers, see them on the television and the net, hear them on the streets.
It is plain to me in looking at dogs small and large that a decent share of them are exemplars of love on Earth, innocents who love unconditionally and love their chow.
I have been thinking lately about those “Deep Thoughts with Jack Handey” bits on Saturday Night Live in the 1990s.
Among the most useful things I studied in college were debate, and deceptive messaging in advertising.
It is 12:35 p.m. on Wednesday, Aug. 3.
In a United States not so far away and not so long ago, common sense muscled lunatic ideas to the…
In a dark time the eye begins to see …”
In the 1968 film “Oliver!,” the murderous Bill Sykes’ doomed lover, Nancy, leads pub revelers in a round of “Oom…
As I have written before in this column, I am a word person.
We find them everywhere we turn.
For much of the flight from the Renton Airport over South King County and back early Friday afternoon, Jan. 27,…
One night in 2016, my wife, Ann, and I were cruising through the vegetable aisle of a local supermarket when…
My brother, Jack, and I were jabbering on Christmas Eve about all the things we’ve done in our lives that…
One of the important lessons the dawning of each new year has taught me is the futility of making New…
I remember fondly the build-up to Christmas in the Whale home of my childhood.
What madness overtakes otherwise decent people when they get behind the wheel of a car?
Looking today at the North Auburn home in which I grew up fills me with wonder.
