By the end of this month, there will be several thousands of high school and college graduates tossing their caps and gowns in the back seat of their cars, searching for wild celebrations and spending carefree days on a distant beach.
Well, I never got a call from any Hollywood producer asking me to star in that Bigfoot movie they’re shootin’ out in Bastrop.
ome of you regular readers of this here column might’ve noticed I’ve been AWOL for a few weeks.
We all need to take a moment and thank Mother Nature for her efforts to enhance our marvelous countryside.
After my recent failure at investigative reporting, I have been assigned to a different desk in the newsroom.
I often wonder what you readers know about the hard work that goes into writing this here column.
I know I swore off writing about politics a while back, just like I swore off writing about French cuisine.
For years, I’ve been complaining about the onslaught of Christmas carols that begin pounding our eardrums in early November and continuing non-stop until the day after Christmas.
