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One man's rant: Ben would be proud

In 1731, Benjamin Franklin and a few of his friends founded a book club called the Junto.

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Column: One Man's Rant - Love the game, not the halftime

This is another one of those columns in which an old guy laments that at least part of the past … is past.

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One man’s rant: Reach for the sky, hombre!

June 16, 1953, was a sultry summer day in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

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One man’s rant: On the road again

OK. This time we’re moving to Chino Valley. Really.

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One man’s rant: Goodbye, Bob, you'll be missed

I first met brother-in-law Bob in 1963 when I was 17 years old.

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One man’s rant: Lights, camera, action!

It might be time to do a movie. No, I don’t mean to see a movie, I mean to make my own.

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One man’s rant: Hey buddy, wanna buy a tree?

It’s the middle of the night on June 17, 1972. Burglars have broken into an office complex and into files secured therein.

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One man’s rant: When the warranty runs out …

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.

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One man’s rant: If it looks like a duck ...

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.

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One man’s rant: How far we have fallen

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.

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One man’s rant: Who could have known?

Caution: Pets under two and children under 12 shouldn’t be exposed to this column with — or without — adult supervision.

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One man’s rant: Still stuck in the 1950s

I woke up the other day only to realize that we’re closing in on yet another new year.

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One man’s rant: The naked truth about neckties

I have been unafflicted by neckties since I retired some years ago.

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One man’s rant: On the origin of things

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.

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One man’s rant: Not sure why I wrote this column

I’ve never spent much time thinking about kitty litter since I’ve never owned a cat.

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One man’s rant: Case of the Great Tree Massacre

Environmentalists have warned us for decades about our sinful ways. Such as using chemicals to control weeds and insects.

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One man’s rant: How can we survive without them?

Most of us remember dearly departed pets from our childhoods.

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One man's rant: And now for a little trivia

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.

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One man’s rant: We’re here, we’ve arrived

I’ve documented in past columns how men differ from women.

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One man’s rant: I long for the simple life

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.