October 25, 2016
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June 16, 1953, was a sultry summer day in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
OK. This time we’re moving to Chino Valley. Really.
I first met brother-in-law Bob in 1963 when I was 17 years old.
It might be time to do a movie. No, I don’t mean to see a movie, I mean to make my own.
It’s the middle of the night on June 17, 1972. Burglars have broken into an office complex and into files secured therein.
When you buy a product you can usually purchase a warranty to ensure that it will do what it’s supposed to do for an extended period of time.
When I started writing this column a little more than three years ago, my primary focus was to poke fun at my fellow citizens and myself for the frequently illogical ways in which we live.
Once upon a time, Americans were tough. They put their lives on the line to settle an untamed land. Enough survived through their individual efforts to birth a nation.
Caution: Pets under two and children under 12 shouldn’t be exposed to this column with — or without — adult supervision.
I woke up the other day only to realize that we’re closing in on yet another new year.
I have been unafflicted by neckties since I retired some years ago.
Back in November of 1859 a fellow by the name of Charles Darwin published a controversial book that attempted to explain where various forms of life, including you and me and your Aunt Hilda, came from.
I’ve never spent much time thinking about kitty litter since I’ve never owned a cat.
Environmentalists have warned us for decades about our sinful ways. Such as using chemicals to control weeds and insects.
Most of us remember dearly departed pets from our childhoods.
Hiram was born in Point Pleasant, Ohio, in 1822. His father, Jesse, had always assumed that his son would one day join him in his tannery business.
I’ve documented in past columns how men differ from women.
I can’t say I ever enjoyed filling out forms — especially government long forms. But I long for the days when completing even official documentation was relatively stress-free. The earliest government form I probably ever had to complete was for Social Security. I launched my meteoric career as a cashier for a grocery chain back in Ohio in the 1960s. Providing required personal information under the threat of imprisonment and social ostracism (if I didn’t) was a lot easier in those days. I wrote in my name, address, birth date, phone number and gender and the paperwork was pretty much done.