Opinion

Before I get into the bits and pieces of today’s column, let me offer a mea culpa regarding some misinformation in last week’s column. I stated that KCHS Class of 1972 has their 50th class reunion scheduled for the same date as the Classes...

Do you have a favorite candy bar? I know that doesn’t open up conversation that is important. I mean, it’s important, but probably just to me. I love candy, all kinds of candy. The other reason I ask is that I’m really wondering if...

I am a fan of words. I like the sound of words. I like how writers use words and I like to use them myself. I was not aware of writers as a child reader. My family had an encyclopedia set, which came with...

Have you ever heard of a guy named Edsel Murphy? He was not a politician or a doctor or any of the professions that are common. You may have heard the name, but perhaps you don’t know why it sounds so familiar. But whether...

No matter how much you love your work, I have discovered that it is an even more wonderful thing to lead a fulfilling life if you also have passions that you adore, which are disconnected from your employment. Your work life should feed your...

To the Editor: I just read Mr. Wilson’s Opinion piece of Nov. 29 (“Part II: Will the GOP Take Its True Place?”). It was well written, concise and supported with facts.  I hope people will take it to heart, no matter your politics. I especially like...

I am the first to admit last week’s offering under this byline exists as anemic example of writing, so henceforth I’ll try to be more careful with the space so generously available to me. That said, or read, let us on to a couple...

Hello! How was your week? I found that there is way too much reporting about the war. What war? Yeah, that’s my opinion also. I guess if we are not to get into the mess that’s occurring over in Eastern Europe, there’s not much...

“Why don’t we just adopt older dogs from now on. Let’s make the end of their lives the best ever!” We were all set. No more puppies, no toddlers with four legs. Our pack of near golden oldies (truthfully, more black-and-white than golden) —...

So I’m sitting in my favorite chair lacing up my tennis shoes when the phone rings. I’m only a little concerned because Lorraine pays all the bills and she has not advised me that we are in trouble. I look at the phone only...