As I finished my fettuccine Alfredo at a restaurant last week, a waitress no more than 25 years old paused at my table long enough to say, 鈥淚 see you鈥檝e eaten everything. Good for you.鈥漎ours truly is 69 years old. I evidently look like an old coot, or at least old enough to be talked to ...
In mid-June of 1970, I happened to be walking along East Main Street in Uniontown, when I encountered a man walking in my direction.As he approached, he said, 鈥淗ey, Boy.鈥滻鈥檓 black.He was white.I was 21.He was middle-aged.I glared.He looked perplexed.I turned and walked away.After all, ...
I鈥檓 nostalgic. Oh, it could be because I miss the Republican Party, the dear GOP of old, before it was taken over by loonies like Judge Roy Moore of Alabama.It could be because I miss George Bush. Both of them. Suffice it to say, Donald Trump is no Ronald Reagan. Where have you gone, Gipper? ...