[We were living in Bensalem when I wrote this. Working at another job that was a poor fit for who I was.] Sitting here, listening to you snore softly in your bed. I forget all of the things that made today hard for me: Gone is the voice of my…
[This is the world-famous "Big Mouth" edition of my so-called column. I'm sure there will be a few comments on this one, especially with where I am now.] I have a problem: I can't keep my mouth shut. I'm not kidding. Those of you who really know me know I'm…
[Hockey is better than guns, but I'm not sure that this is one of my better diatribes.] I have a problem: I don't think that the Bill of Rights guarantees us all a right to own an Uzi. Though it's painful to admit it, there is a strong case to…
[Another of my rant posts from my "column."].] I have a problem: I like to think that truckers don't need to crawl up your back-side to get to their destinations more quickly. The problem is that they apparently do. Nothing is more infuriating to me than to be cruising along…
[This is a sort of column I've been doing since the early part of the new century.] I have a problem: I like to think that you can drive down the road at a safe and nearly-legal speed without having to witness someone flipping you the bird. If the way…
[I wrote this for the NPR series of the same name; they didn't use it, but I still think it has some value.] I believe that we should always try. I'm not sure where exactly I learned this belief--probably Mom & Dad--but I seem to have held it all of…