As some of you may have noticed in my previous column, I slipped in a piece of personal information without too much fanfare. That is, that I am engaged. I'm not one to really share too much of my personal life in my columns because at work I'm about business.
Black Friday has come and gone but it is still a little too early to tell if it can be classified as a success.
The saying around here has been pretty much the same from everyone. What?! How did it become December?
It goes without saying that we should always count our blessings but it's a sad fact that many of us are remiss in our appreciation for those most important in our lives or the advantages we benefit from on a daily basis until a certain time of year duly reminds us.
Now is as good a time as any - actually, probably the best since it's tradition - to take stock of your situation and offer thanks.
November 11; the day flags will fly, government offices and even schools will be closed in observation of Veterans Day. While the observances are being conducted here in the United States, many of those veterans are continuing their journey on our behalf on foreign soil, as well as here on the homefront. Even more ironic is that for the veteran who has returned home and to civilian life, this day may be like every other for them.
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.
Although technology has made several advancements, why does it seem as if some people have left their intelligence behind? I am sure that we have all discussed the changes that technology has made in our lives. Are we really at a point where we no longer think for ourselves and let machines do the thinking for us?
There came a time at the beginning of the year that when I looked into the mirror I saw a guy I didn't recognize looking back at me with his chipmunk cheeks and no neck.
For the first time in I can't even count how many years, the 'Back to School' sales did not instill a sense of panic in me.
After the excitement wore off when I first heard I was going to be a grandfather, I wondered if I was destined to be a loveable old man who wore a little fedora with a feather and plaid Bermuda shorts with calf-high dark socks in sandals. Or, if taking after my family lineage, it was time for me to get in the role of 'Papa' and eventually start having a garden with zucchini, fava beans, tomato plants and other vegetables like both my grandfathers had when I was young.
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