There’s going to come a time, and it should be fun, that our pets will be able to communicate to us with more than a mere bark or meow. Some type of app, linked to their brain, plugged into our laptop or cell phone will expose their thoughts, channel and funnel them, then translate them
When I first started this column, my nephew Malcolm was three years old and didn’t read it. Just made fun of my picture — head tilted to the side like a clown trying to shed his wig. Now he’s 13 and devours each word every chance he gets. I enjoy his critiques, as it’s not
This week, a rambling of things on my mind for everyone to catch up on. Grab a good seat and let’s go! Happy to report I am two for two now, first in contacting former Hurst showgirl Nikki Phillips (now O’Neill) and then with car show goer Art. He’s the guy who looks like me,
Several weeks ago I experienced the ride of my life. Or, I should say “rides” of my life, as I dared myself to get up early on a Sunday and hitchhike as far as I comfortably could. Then try to return home (in one piece) within 24 hours using just my thumb. I’m sure your
The never say die tennis legend Jimmy Connors once said he never lost to an opponent because he ran out of time. Rather, he shrugged and said he merely ran out of options. I know the feeling all too well. With cancer, you go through a few rather grim milestones. You remember the day and
A young (now mid-age) couple will either be very miffed or overly delighted that I decided to share some excerpts of their ultra-private love letters to each other. It seems Tom left them folded inside a Wild World of Corvettes magazine I bought at a swap meet. No doubt he read about “plastic fantastic” and
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