Well everyone, my time has come to say goodbye to writing my weekly column. Where have the ten years gone? I forged a bond with my readers and Webb staff, and it will be sorely missed. However, I am very weak now. It’s difficult to walk, and I get short of breath. I have fought
Some of you, whether young or old, love eating raw cookie dough, but I never really developed a taste for it. Especially after I read (wives tale?) that said the unbaked dough would rise in your stomach and becomes hard to digest. Might as well swallow bubble gum! But there WERE some pots and pans
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,
