Even in a metropolitan area of 6 million people or so, you can find a nice place to breathe, if you know where to look. We don’t get down to the Chattahoochee River much. Last time I was there was probably when Luke and I took a rafting trip eight or 10 years ago. But… Read More Hooch
Say hey there mister bouncer Now all I want to do is dance But I swear I left my wallet Back home in my workin’ pants C’mon Slim slip me in man I’ll make it up to you somehow I can’t be late I got a date With all that heaven will allow —… Read More Lyrical
Covering the president, let me tell you, is not all white tie state dinners and press briefings in the West Wing. No, there’s some grueling stuff to deal with being on the White House beat. Let me tell you. President Bill Clinton came to the Queen City — that’s Cincinnati — in March of 1996.… Read More Scenes from my bulletin board
Like a lot of people I know, I spent Sunday night cringing in front of the television set, wondering what new scumbaggy lows the Republican nominee for president could inflict on the American public. I watched the debate with a combination of all-out dread, through-my-fingers embarrassment and a gnawing, nauseating fear that it all could get worse.… Read More Sex and the presidency
Walk up … … and walk back.
First off, don’t get all wrapped up in the headline. I’m a long way from 68. So shut up. The hed — that’s a journalism word there — is from a John Mayer song about getting older, Stop This Train. The lyric goes like this: Had a talk with my old man Said “help me understand” He said “turn… Read More Turn 68, you’ll renegotiate
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