When I was a kid, my family’s evening routine was pretty simple. It revolved around two things: dinner and the CBS Evening News. My folks were pretty strict about television and the dinner table — generally the rule was once the food was ready, the TV had to be turned off. But once my sister… Read More uncle walter.
A friend of mine at work found this obituary, which ran in the East Liverpool Review over the weekend. Pay particular attention to the first paragraph.
I don’t have a whole lot to add about the rash of celebrity deaths over the next few days, especially when pretty much everything’s already been said over and over and over. But I’m a sucker for someone who can laugh at himself, and anyone who makes a living as an As Seen On TV… Read More sold.
Hey, look — I’m in the newspaper. OK, yeah, my actual name is in the newspaper fairly often, but this is a bit different. I got a tweet from DD this morning, who said that my post about the Stanton Heights shootings had been excerpted in the P-G’s weekly Cutting Edge column, a review of… Read More quotated.
What I saw as I watched the two Bowl Championship Series selection shows Sunday night. The “official” show was on Fox, which holds the television broadcast rights to all the games except the Rose Bowl; the unofficial show was on ESPN, which is where college football’s most important games should be. I had the sound… Read More oh, the suspense.
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