"Do you realize now what you have done?" So Vladimir Putin in his U.N. address summarized his indictment of a U.S. foreign policy that has produced a series of disasters in the Middle East that we did not need the Russian leader to describe for us.
If Hollywood had created Martin Shkreli as the monster from Wall Street, we would have accused it of unfair characterization. But Shkreli -- a 32-year-old hedge fund director in T-shirts, dabbler in the punk rock music world -- has saved Tinseltown the trouble.
It's like a rerun of a show you never liked in the first place.
I have on good authority a moratorium prohibiting the building of new apartments was going to be on the agenda of the Board of Aldermen.
The November vote on Initiative 42 is days away.
For about an hour-and-a-half on Wednesday, it was both the best restaurant and the best classroom in town.
Every so often, we are reminded our world -- the one before us, the one we can reach out and touch -- is not nearly so desperate a place as we might be led to believe.
The Republican Party's "Freedom Caucus," which has several less-charitable nicknames on Capitol Hill, is the dog that caught the car.
When work crews began demo work on part of the old train Depot on Main Street this week, the buzz began.
Yogi Berra is no longer around, but one of his witticisms -- "It's deja vu all over again" -- has never been more apt. This time, though, it's not at all funny.
Wonderful. That's just what the conservative movement needs right now. Less adult supervision.
Football, an observer once noted, is not a contact sport; it is a collision sport.
Behind my house on the Rebel Drive cul-de-sac is an old graveyard of several acres. Its ownership is unclear.
Pope Francis's four-day visit to the United States was by any measure a personal and political triumph.
The swarming ruby-throated hummingbirds are declining at the feeders.
A couple of months ago Berkley Hudson, an old friend, was in town and called. He wanted to get together and walk through Columbus' Friendship Cemetery exchanging stories of the people buried there.
After several unsuccessful tries to reach him by phone, I caught up with Dick Mahoney in his wife's beauty shop Friday morning. Dick is a baseball fan par excellence ... of the Red Sox variety. I figured he, if anyone in these parts, would have had contact with the recently departed and much beloved New York Yankees catcher, coach and sage, Lawrence Peter Berra.
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