The Taxman Cometh If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat If you get too cold, I’ll tax your heat If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet – The Beatles Call me a masochist. I like doing my taxes. Always have, and God
If “Alexa” is truly taking the nation by storm, then somehow it passed me up. Or should I say, I passed her up because “she” has to be installed before taking any commands from me or anyone else. Alexa honey, what can you really do for me? I know you were released (born) by Amazon
“One U.S. hit single and a hit t-shirt in 1985 does not a celebrity make.” – Holly Johnson We need to warm up, literally. Since most of us want to shed the thermal underwear and slip into shorts, swimsuits, and tank tops. Till then, let me take you back to the summer of 1985 when
Some of you may be glued to the tube watching the 2018 Winter Olympics being held in Pyeongchang, South Korea, but I feel they have nothing on us — including the scenery. Spare the airfare and parka. Better yet, from what I’ve seen, most residents here are participants, not observers in our own winter fest.
The contests of all contests. No, not eating 50 hot dogs in less than five minutes and watching them all exit the body faster then you put them in. How about winning a new car just by keeping a hand on it for as long as you possibly can? When organizers put these “games” in
I stumbled upon a poignant quote that summed up a segment of my life, and perhaps yours also. “You cannot discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time,” said Andre Gide, a French writer and 1947 winner of the Nobel Prize in literature. Harsh but true —
