I was back at work in the office bright and early yesterday morning. I didn’t intend to be there. I didn’t want to be there. But I had no choice. On Wednesday night I once again failed to win the Powerball.
When I was a kid, the biggest day of the year for football fans was New Year’s Day. That was the day the bowl games were played. All four of them.
We are now dashing towards the finish line of this sacred holiday season of peace on earth, goodwill toward men, batteries not included, and some assembly required. And once again this year, the airwaves are full of TV and radio
commentators screaming about “The War on Christmas!”
Today is the 100th birthday of the "Chairman of the Board," Francis Albert Sinatra.
I don't mean to come across like the Grinch Who Stole Halloween, but I confess that I am dreading tomorrow night. As an old curmudgeon, I now see Halloween as more a night for tricks than treats.