I recently took my first trip to Las Vegas. Astonishing, I know. Pretty much everyone has been to Vegas. It's hard to believe that it's taken me this long. I have traveled quite a bit, starting when I was fairly young, but somehow never made it to Vegas.
I'm still at the front desk.
Among the myriad of things that pass across my desk on any given day, one of them led me to the idea for this column. Actually a few things did but as I was tossing ideas around in my head regarding what to write about, a slip of the fingers sealed the deal.
Whether or not you exercised your right to vote on Tuesday, Nov. 3 - either by going to the polls or perhaps sending in your mail-in ballot, the sheer fact that you had that opportunity is not something everyone gets to experience.
I've always enjoyed a love affair with books. When I was a kid, the town library was located in a historic building that was also part museum. So if you went up the front stairs to the right, you found rows of books and a cozy reading area with a beautiful rock fireplace that in the winter sometimes had a crackling fire going; if you went left, for a dollar or two, you could gaze at some of the town's rich history preserved behind glass.
The past 30 days have really been pretty exciting.
I try not to be a hater, but when it comes to NFL commissioner Roger Goodell, I'm on the sidelines gulping down tiny green cups of hater-aide with a death stare that could melt steel.
I've been getting a lot of questions lately about how things went at my recent class reunion. I'm an Oakdale High School alumna, and the word is around town about the wild party. For those of you who haven't been in a local beauty salon or coffee shop to hear all about it, this is my story.
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but parenthood seems to have this inexplicable effect on both my rational and irrational fears.
You're probably thinking what that title could possibly mean, since there really are a lot of topics we could cover with that type of blanket statement.
Too darned hot. It's too darned hot. Here we are, the end of September and the temperature is still hovering in the high nineties. It even touched 100 degrees in the past week.
Does there ever come a time when you make peace with all the little flaws that make you an individual? If the plastics of Hollywood are any indication, the answer is a resounding no. Statistics taken from the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery state that people aged 35-50 had the most procedures - over 4.5 million - and while women were at the top, men are in there, too, with 8 percent of the total. The top cosmetic surgery for women was (take a wild guess) breast augmentation; and for men, liposuction. So, actually, it's more than Hollywood supporting ...
Will we ever stop talking about the events of 9/11 and all that it entails? My hope of course is that we will not. In my opinion, it was undoubtedly an event, which not only altered this country but the world - forever.
Ch-ch-Changes, as the old David Bowie song goes, talks about how "time may change me." Well it has changed me, but in some ways, it seems like it's all the same.
A recent newsroom conversation about the passing of legendary Giants and A's broadcaster Lon Simmons earlier this month sparked a conversation about baseball on the radio and some of those memorable voices that trademark a baseball game with their ability to speak.
So it is that exciting time of year when baseball is in the air, basketball (March Madness, specifically) is just about in the rearview mirror and, for those with teams still in it, the Stanley Cup playoffs loom just around the corner.
A few weeks ago Disneyland appeared to be Ground Zero for a measles outbreak that led to 17 identified cases in the US. Since then, at last count, there are now over 120 confirmed cases of measles in the country, possibly due to "satellite" outbreaks as those persons returned home from "The Happiest Place on Earth."
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