I thought I’d begin with a quote from a classic Tennessee Ernie Ford song, Sixteen Tons: “Another day older and deeper in debt,” which is applicable to just about all of us here in the good ol’ U.S. of A.. Me especially, since I’m tapping this blurb out on my
I hope all mothers out there had a very nice Mother’s Day. Also, that anyone who has, or had, an earthling mother made him or her feel special. I wrote “him” because in some species (such as clownfish or banana slugs) the father is also the mother, which may not
I admit I’m a fan of older cars. You readers probably think that it’s because I’m old and decrepit, and you’d be right. But not so fast. That’s just part of it. All the doodads added to the interiors and dashboards of new cars to make cruising along at three
Bosses. You can’t live with ‘em, you can’t shoot ‘em. Well, you could shoot them, but you’d end up in the personnel manager’s office with a black mark on your employment record. Any of us who’ve ever had a job or jobs working for any number of companies or individuals
Checking in to see how all of you readers are enjoying president Donald Trump’s fulfilled promises of lower gas and food prices, lower inflation, a skyrocketing stock market, millions of new jobs, no new wars with no lives of our troops on the line (thousands of our soldiers are already
According to Donald Trump, the man who would be king, the war with Iran is technically over and we won. So he’s sending over 2,500 Marines, maybe 5,000, to just get into formation and break the Guinness World Record for most humans in line doing the Bunny Hop. At any
Did many of you dear readers have the opportunity to enjoy the rambling, fact-less, two-hour long drivel-fest polluting our airwaves, purported to be a State of the Union Address by our chief executive February 24? It was interesting the way he pulled fantasy numbers and facts right out of the
We’ve just celebrated Valentine’s Day, that exceptional, manufactured holiday to sell more Hallmark® cards and show our devotion to the special someone we love, usually by showering her (since I’m writing this from a reasonably normal man’s point of view) not with water, unless she’s extremely dirty, but with chocolate
If you’ve been reading my blather here for any length of time, you’ve probably perused my Home Alone stories ad nauseam, along with other columns highlighting my memorable experiences as an indispensable part of feature films known as an “extra” or “atmosphere” or “background”. As those names imply, it’s a
Hello, all friends and subjects of the future King of the World, Donald J. Trump. In my opinion, if King Donald has his way and succeeds in gobbling up country after country with some independent states thrown in, we’ll be groveling at the foot of his throne, begging for a
Remember the song by the band Chicago from 1975, America Needs You, Harry Truman? (It was only 50 years ago. Why wouldn’t you?) Harry was a guy who told it like it is (or was), had a sign stating, “The Buck Stops Here” on his desk, ended WWII, created NATO,
I’ve noticed recently that media and events related to the Christmas movie Home Alone have been appearing because of its 35th Anniversary. For instance, a recent Film Institute reunion in Chi-town of people who’d worked on the film and a mid-country tour and movie screening by Macaulay Culkin. Then a
Every year the World Against Toys Causing Harm, Inc. (W.A.T.C.H.) compiles a list of the most dangerous kiddy toys available for the upcoming Christmas season. The intention is to give diligent, concerned parents a purchasing guideline so they’ll be able to instruct Santa on which toys to bring that will
I don’t think I’m out on a limb by saying a good number of us old geezers and young geezers remember December 7 as Pearl Harbor Day, just like June 6 as D-Day. Donald Trump isn’t included in that good number of us because he thinks Pearl Harbor is some
I would be remiss, more so than usual, without a tremendous “Thank you” and big hug to all those who came out to Yellow Bird Books in Aurora this past Saturday to hear Sara Knigge and me make our presentations in honor of Veterans Day, based on our veteran-authored books.
One thing I’ve gotten in the habit of doing first thing in the morning, besides kicking empty beer cans under the bed, is taking a Dramamine pill before I turn on a morning news program and see Donald Trump’s orange face plastered across the screen and hear what embarrassment he’s
It appears that after 14,000 years or so, plus or minus, we’re having a new Ice Age. This current one has its abominable snow creatures masked, snatching deadly Latino murderers, drug lords, and other nefarious types (with some American citizens tossed in) right out of their landscape businesses or roofing
I hadn’t intended to devote my valuable space in The Voice to Trumpty Dumpty, because I’m very susceptible to nausea followed by projectile vomiting. But with the week of Jimmy Kimmel drama, we learned that if we band together we can get the Orange Bully to lose. Too bad that
Recently I switched my prescriptions to Walgreens, because the medical plan I’m on said to do that. So I did. It has saved me money and my only complaint is with the big honkin’ plastic bottles the pills come in. Thirty little pills bounce round at the bottom of the
How are all you The Voice readers this week? Enjoying the 18.9% across-the-board average price increases brought on by the new tariffs? The increases in grocery prices or the $50 or more added on to the cost of major appliances? It’s enough to make you long for the good old
