Mystery Solved
I didn't mind too much when I heard that "Desperate Housewives" would fast-forward five years for this season. After all, they have kind of planted their flag in kitschy plot…
Groceries Gone Wild
With some extra free time on my hands lately, I have had a chance to help out more around the house.
In some ways, this can be interpreted as a positive. More help means more gets done, right?
But remember this is a husband’s kind of helping. And I am the husband trying to pitch in to make life around the house a little easier.
All that means is that the routine Maria has developed over the years goes to hell in a handbasket, and I get things done the way I want them done.
Smoke ‘Em If You Got ‘Em
So, Atlantic City was all prepared to become the largest casino market in the country to ban smoking in gaming areas. Plans called for a full ban to go into…
My Friend Magnum
A few months ago, Maria and I discovered something wonderful on our cable lineup. One of our local stations had added something called RTN to one of the new digital…
A New Civil War
I live close to Gettysburg, where many people come to learn about the Civil War. They tour the battlefield and visit monuments. Some even go so far as to dress…
Lemonade, That Cool Refreshing Drink
I spent the day at a wine festival last weekend. I had to attend for work, so I really didn’t feel like sampling any of the featured product.
That didn’t bother me much because I love a good festival. I had time to walk around and look at crafts I would never buy. I ate a pretty good pit turkey sandwich. And, since it was sunny out, I had a refreshing cup of lemonade.
Well, I tried to have a refreshing cup of lemonade, but I couldn’t find one. I tried two stands and walked away disappointed both times.
You see, I can’t claim to be an expert in many fields, but I do know how to make a good cup of fresh-squeezed lemonade. I have very high standards. As Eddie Murphy once said in an impression of Elvis Presley, lemonade is a cool, refreshing drink, but that takes a special touch.
Music to My Ears?
A flier came home from school the other week. Since Bridget has entered the third grade, she could now sign up to learn an instrument.
At first the thought of rudimentary violin being played in the house might not sound like the greatest idea in the world, but I knew I could not let this chance pass by.
You see, I have absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. And I blame the nuns.
That Thing You Do!
I don't know why, but I just can't pass up watching this movie whenever I see it on cable. I'm a sucker for the story on the "one-hit" Wonders. I…