As I recall, I scored 960 on my SAT. This was good enough for second best in my class and many congratulations and backslaps from teachers and administrators. Based on that, I thought I'd done pretty well.
Within days of winning the election, President Obama announced that his victory gave him a mandate to raise taxes on the "rich."
Earthquakes may strike, dynasties may fall and locusts may devour the crops, but Oldsmobile and Pan Am are forever. Never mind.
Among the things for which Americans can be thankful on this weekend devoted to such is Washington's resolve to temper severity with mercy: It will seriously -- this time we really mean business; we are not going to be Greece, or worse, Illinois -- restrain spending but will not balance the budget on the backs of popcorn eaters.
Forgive me, Bobo, but I do not believe in Bigfoot. Nevertheless, it was a delight spending a Saturday afternoon with you -- the sasquatch hunter from Animal Planet's "Finding Bigfoot" -- in, of all places, a midtown Manhattan bar.
Happy Thanksgiving or -- as it will soon be called -- Thanksmas.
He had lost a son many years before, the boy barely more than a toddler when he died. Now another son was dead and grief sat on him like the shawl that draped his shoulders as he rattled around the big, cold house.
It is doubtful that Josie Shumake was chosen to speak at Tuesday's meeting of the Columbus Rotary Club in deference to Thanksgiving.
Like many people, I have a tendency to spend more time thinking about what's wrong than what's right, what's missing rather than what is there, what I don't have instead of what I do.
In a Dispatch online poll a few days ago, we asked readers where they would likely do their Black Friday shopping. Although we make no claim of scientific accuracy, the poll results do at least provide some insight into the attitudes of our community.
It was maybe 20 years ago when I got a call from a woman I did not know. She had purchased the house of my recently deceased grandmother, Lyda Will Wyatt Emmerich.
In a recent column, Leonard Pitts wrote of "The sad state of zealots with microphones."
If you took in any of the first annual Possum Town Tales Storytelling Festival, you don't need anyone to tell you how good it was.
There can be unseemly exposure of the mind as well as of the body, as the progressive mind is exposed in the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB), a creature of the labyrinthine Dodd-Frank legislation. Judicial dismantling of the CFPB would affirm the rule of law and Congress's constitutional role.
America, you are an idiot. You are a moocher, a zombie, soulless, mouth-breathing, ignorant, greedy, self-indulgent, envious, shallow and lazy.
I love the catalog covers with yellow dogs marching through the woods with their Marlboro Man owners, a Christmas tree in tow.
1. Ask Rufus: It was 75 years ago LOCAL COLUMNS
2. Our View: County's school district should not take 'no' for an answer DISPATCH EDITORIALS
3. Roses and thorns: 10/19/14 ROSES & THORNS
4. Possumhaw: The persimmon is possible to eat LOCAL COLUMNS
5. Michael Gerson: Ebola challenges America's ability to adapt NATIONAL COLUMNS