I know it has happened to just about everyone at one time or another. You’re stopped at a stop light and you happen to glance at the vehicle in front of you. Something catches your eye that is plastered to the window, the bumper or is hanging from the rear of the vehicle.
On a Sunday afternoon fishing trip with my little brother and late father, I caught 15 fish at the lake in Lewisburg, Tennessee.
Electing our president ought to be done by national popular vote which is a “one person one vote” paradigm.
Here are my five favorite things about this sentence: (1) It grabs your attention, (2) It keeps you guessing, (3) It's not overly wordy, (4) It's something you might forward to friends, (5) It's part of the list-making trend that just keeps growing.
Winston Churchill understood that in times of national emergency, it was imperative to forge alliances with anyone willing to help - no matter how odious those allies might be.
Here’s some great news: The American entrepreneur is flourishing again.
Shortly before Congress adjourned for its summer break, what it aggrandizingly likes to refer to as “constituent work days,” the House of Representatives passed a horrible immigration bill.
When life (in any form) appeared in this dimension, made by whomever, for whatever reason, it was formed as a complete circle, each inhabitant complementing the other, either as hunter or hunted, ruled or rulers, smart or dumb, black or white, with all shades in between.
“The issue is patents,” Nobel-prize winning economist Milton Friedman explained when asked in 2004 why he opposed drug reimportation, the practice of bringing back prescription drugs originally manufactured in the U.S. and exported to other countries to sell.
Dove season opens in California and across the U.S. on Sept. 1. For as long as I can remember, all I had to do when dove season rolled around each year was oil my 1970s-vintage shotgun, buy a case or two of shells at the nearby Big Five sports store and drive toward the Arizona border with my hunting buddies for a few happy days of shooting.
“Fredo has a good heart but he is weak...and stupid.” - Michael Corleone Poor Fredo. Poor, poor Fredo. First, he’s talked into double-crossing his own brother.
In every election campaign, there comes a point when cruel reality intrudes, forcing candidate and staff to confront the growing likelihood that victory is out of reach and further expenditure of time, money and dedication to a cause is futile.
Debbie Moehnke’s heart attack took her by surprise. It happened in March 2018, while she and her husband were waiting for treatment at a Vancouver, Washington-area medical clinic.
“Took away our native tongue/And taught their English to our young...” – from “Indian Reservation,” by John D. Loudermilk.
Ten weeks of protests, some huge, a few violent, culminated Monday with a shutdown of the Hong Kong airport.
CNN anchor Chris Cuomo was caught in a video screaming expletives when someone made the mistake of calling him “Fredo,” referring to the fictional character Fredo Corleone from “The Godfather films.”
When I was a kid we played a game called “Dodge Ball.”
‘Ah, yes, you speak of a recent Pew Research Center survey that found ‘46% of adult social media users say they feel ‘worn out by political posts and discussions they see on social media’ - a share that ‘has risen 9 percentage points since the summer of 2016, when the Center last asked this question.’’
In light of the horrible random shootings in America, and all of the rhetoric that unfortunately comes after it, I wondered if the proposed action by the folks who are on the left side of this issue will affect the average American sportsman and citizen?
Those who believed America’s racial divide would begin to close with the civil rights acts of the 1960s and the election of a black president in this century appear to have been overly optimistic.
The way forward in the political process falls into two broad categories.
David French, a conservative lawyer who writes for the conservative National Review, has connected those dots.
If the circumstances weren’t so awful, the predictability of the response would almost be laughable.
For various reasons, my graduating class has seen two milestone anniversaries sail by without a class reunion materializing.
Talking on the phone with my niece one night she began telling me what was on her heart.