Humor

“A friend is a gift you give yourself” Robert Louis Stevenson Mom used to say that, if you want to know who you’re friends are, get into trouble and see who sticks. When I was in grade school, I found… Continue Reading →

Now you know you’re underpaid but the boss says you ain’t He speeds up the work ’til you’re ’bout to faint You may be down and out, but you ain’t beaten You can pass out a leaflet and call a… Continue Reading →

This column is dedicated to my brother-in-law, Keith, who passed on this week. He was, without a doubt, one of the brightest, funniest, and most creative men I’ve ever met. Even though he’s gone, the stories of his exploits will… Continue Reading →

…When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white… Continue Reading →

When I was a kid, mother warned me about strangers. “It’s OK to talk to them so long as I’m around,” she’d say. “But keep your eyes open.” She wasn’t unfriendly, just wary. She erred on the side of caution,… Continue Reading →

  “I’ll have grounds More relative than this—the play’s the thing Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.” Hamlet Saturday I sat outdoors in the dark with hundreds of strangers and watched a 12-year-old boy get his fondest wish.… Continue Reading →

The first Texan I ever met was my mother. Mom grew up in Corpus Christi, married young and then fled the state. In the next 20 years, she and my Dad—a Californian—returned three times to visit her parents. Two of… Continue Reading →

To head forward, sometimes you’ve got to go back. On the road at last. Destination Charleston, South Carolina by way of Houston, New Orleans and Tallahassee. Motoring towards the land of Dixie. I expect to travel 3,200 miles to get… Continue Reading →