An oldie but not-so-goody column from the past
I was going through my old columns recently. The ones I had written when I first worked for the paper several years ago. My mother keeps insisting that I repost them. Apparently, they cracked her up. I have no idea as to why. Whenever I reread them, I don’t think they are very funny at all. As a matter of fact, I can’t believe some of the things I used to say. Aloud. Let alone for the entire world to read. Well, not the world. That would be a lot of people. Just a few hundred. Or a couple of thousand. Depending on how many people felt like reading what I ...