Last week, my boss casually asked whether we could use a certain word in the newspaper. My reaction was immediate and severe — I kind of gagged and shouted “No!” at the same time — and it made several people nearby giggle. I’ll not tell you
The last few days of Black History Month are coming up this week. We all have our ways of celebrating it such as learning some history, watching an NBA game, hugging a black person or ignoring it. Personally, I use the end of Black History
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby The last real baseball game I ever played was probably in the summer of 1982, just before I went to high school. I’m not sure.
I read a note the other day to the effect that President Obama recently flew out to Las Vegas to deliver an address on immigration reform. The trip took nine hours, and I’m trying to figure out why. The speech on immigration reform isn’
I have a confession: even though I bleed purple, I went to KU for a year. Now before all you K-State fans cry foul, I went for academic reasons, not athletics, because if I went to college on that it would have been a no-brainer:
I’m not addicted to coffee, but you could say I have developed a bit of a habit. For me, every morning starts with a cup. And most afternoons. And every other Saturday night when I’m working on the Sunday edition of the paper. (
People constantly lie. A few tell bigger lies than most, which brings me to Lance Armstrong. His story reads like a thrilling novel. Boy meets cycling. Boy meets testicular cancer. Boy beats testicular cancer. Boy beats cycling by taking performance-enhancing drugs. Boy denies taking drugs.
What is it about the beginning of the year that inspires people to quit their smoking habit, be happier or lose obnoxious amounts of weight? Is it the freshness of a new year…a new beginning, one that isn’t scarred with our failures? I’
We are approaching the conclusion of the fourth personality of Manhattan. Most towns I know of have only one personality. For better or worse, New York City is always The Big Apple, Vegas is Glitter Gulch, Los Angeles is Tinsel Town and Nashville is Music
Every year I suffer through all the hype surround the big man in a red suit. I am affectionately known by my friends and family as “The Grinch.” While I support the celebration of the birth of Christ, and I love listening to traditional Christmas
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