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November 2012
Ashley
The Old Gal

Happy Something or Other

You don’t even want to get me started on the inane, syrupy sweet messages inside greeting cards these days. It used to require just the occasional tweaking of the inner verse to accurately reflect my intended sentiments. Then I noticed more and more I had to draw lines through sentences and then entire phrases to avoid nearly proposing when all I meant to convey was a simple Happy something-or-other!

August 2013
Rearick
Puttin' on the Gritz

Village Vibrations

 My village people don't join Facebook and they don't Tweet, either. They use the telephone to ask about a friend's son serving in Afghanistan or if they just want to say, "Hey. How's your mama and them?" My village people make a difference because they are givers, not takers. 

July 2013
Trussell
Aid for Age

Milton Friedman’s Philosophy

“If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in five years, there’d be a shortage of sand.”

June 2013
Cotsana

No More Dodgeball? Tell Me It’s Not So!

I look at these events and wonder how those of us in our 60s ever survived our childhood. I fondly remember playing dodgeball in the school gym or on the playground. Hitting your opponent with the “soft” ball was a good thing. Catching the ball was great but getting a bloody lip, if hit in the mouth, was even better.

April 2013
Flint

Medicine Wars

Traditional medicine says I'll die if I stop taking my statin drug. Alternative medicine says I'm dying because I'm taking my statin drug. I wish Solomon were here to judge the case — unless he would say: "You both can have him. But he will be dead."

March 2013
Cotsana

I Love Women, But...

During my long career with the federal government, I worked with, for, and supervised many extremely talented and competent women with extraordinary leadership skills. I firmly believe they should be given the opportunity to prove themselves alongside their male counterparts regardless of the endeavor.

Liburdi

The Overwhelming Onslaught of Advertising

Then there’s my old fashioned mail that’s delivered each day. People used to send me handwritten letters; now it’s all junk mail. I’ve actually rigged up a length of dryer duct that automatically flows the stuff out the back of the mailbox and directly into my recycle bin.

February 2013
Liburdi

The British Keep Coming!

Then came the arrogant James Bond. How unnerving it was to see our poor CIA guys always playing second fiddle to 007, although there’s some consolation in knowing that both 007 and Prince Harry got caught with their pants down while in Vegas.

December 2012
Bardy
Laverne's View

Joy to the World? Says Who?

Rather than face the insanity that the holiday brings, I would opt to be audited by the IRS, in a dentist’s chair, during a root canal. Maybe I haven’t expressed myself strongly enough: I would rather have George Clooney show up at my door with a box of chocolates, and a bouquet of roses, and find me with cold cream smeared over my face, curlers in my hair and a huge pimple on my nose.

Bardy
Laverne's View

‘Tis the Season

Tzedakah goes beyond giving something to tide people over; it attempts to get people to, once again, stand with dignity. Even the indigent, who are sustained by charity are compelled to give tzedakah, so that the act of receiving does not leave them without dignity.

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