I feared the day when passersby on the streets would start in with, “Hey, get a look at Uncle Fester there!” or “What’s cookin’, Kojak?!”
I watched a documentary 15 years ago in which a reporter asked a group of kids what they wanted to…
Because what we know about this election is that other nations that mean us ill — for example, Russia, China and Iran — are working overtime to influence our election.
Before I even set out from my chemotherapy and radiation treatment in Puyallup on Monday to the office in Sumner,…
It all came to my attention one morning that formerly bewhiskered areas of my face were now bare.
Sumner’s a sweet little town, and I am happy to be part of it.
The Auburn Avenue Theater building started out its long life in 1926 as a bus depot before its turns as…
I am a fool for a great read.
It has been one of the chief frustrations of my daily battle with the awful side effects of chemotherapy.
Now I’m starting to do all the healthful things I should have been doing all along. It won’t happen in a day, but I am on the road.
The first words she ever said to me came from a famous passage of wits between Katherine and Petruchio.
We’re beating each other over the heads with “alternate facts.” It’s the tolling of our death knell as a nation.
“I once heard an anecdote about a writer who’d spent a week in his apartment working on his novel, without…
Call it the sweetness of life.
Dad never finished the bomb shelter.
It was 3 p.m. on a recent Friday, and there I was, at my computer, desperate to dig up information…
If you try to reason with people like that, that the conspiracy they are going on about isn’t real, you become part of the conspiracy and are trying to hoodwink them.
As humorist and social critic H.L. Mencken wrote, “A man who can laugh, if only at himself, is never really miserable.”
It will be about what does not perish when we do.
In my first column for this newspaper three years ago, I wrote about one of my historical fascinations.
