As I have written before, groundhogs live in my yard.
They're fat, furry, graceless, beaver-faced things and they live well in and out of their hole, feasting, not just on what grows, but on birdseed that's fallen from our bird feeder, and food thrown to them from the second-story window by my wife, Deborah. I think they also eat some of the ...Read more
The United States of America has always traded with Britain, though sometimes it was less of a formal trade, and more of a swap.
We stole our whole country from the British, and they invaded us in 1812. But, we sent Americans to help Britain in two world wars. Call it even.
They sent us The Beatles. We sent them The Doors. Even.
They sent us ...Read more
I heard Robert Mueller's statement on Wednesday, sitting in front of a dead microphone in the studio of WSAR, an AM radio station in Somerset, Massachusetts. I do a talk radio show four days a week.
Just before the 11 a.m. break, during a commercial, our newsman stuck his head on the door and told us he'd switch to the live feed of Mueller at ...Read more
I've been Trumped, obstructed, Korea-ed, Iran-ed, Alabama-ed and Mueller-ed nearly to death in the last few months, just like any newspaper columnist whose weekly column isn't titled "Gardening Tips From Rose" or "Church Doings."
I've spent 36 years in the Trade of Despair, as I call what some people call journalism, and I've sounded the alarm ...Read more
As near as I can understand Alabama's abortion law, it arises from two things:
1. It's in the Bible.
2. The school system in Alabama stinks.
Still, it's an interesting idea, praise Jayzus!
If it has a heartbeat, you can't kill it.
That's a pretty good idea of law, and there is precedent. If I stab my neighbor Frank, I will be jailed/...Read more
I've already seen naked pictures of Pres. Donald Trump's wife, so why won't he let me see his taxes? Pardon me. I was educated by nuns. In the 1960s. Their laser focus on sin never left me, not even when I was sinning.
For me, a child of a repressed, orderly age, the idea that you might value the sight of your tax return more than you value the...Read more
If you add all the Americans who take Xanax to all the Americans who drink beer, and all the Americans who use cocaine, and all the Americans who smoke meth, and all the Americans who use heroin, and all the Americans who use prescription pain killers, it's a wonder anything ever gets done around here.
Which it does not.
I often think that the...Read more
Someone who may not have spent enough time sitting on a folding chair at a school committee meeting once wrote that small town politics are so serious because the stakes are so low.
This is a wise-sounding saying that has no basis in the reality of school board meetings in towns of 20,000 people, only 1,500 of whom voted in the last election.
I watched Notre Dame de Paris burn from my couch, located in my house, located one block from a 100-year-old Catholic church that is 80 percent empty on Sundays. In the back of the church is a redbrick Catholic school, abandoned for decades.
And I was baptized in Notre Dame de Lourdes in Fall River, Massachusetts, a huge granite church built ...Read more
When I was very young, maybe 40 years ago, I worked with a number of unreconstructed workingmen. They had been born on farms, most of them, and many of them had plowed with a mule, or picked cotton by hand.
They'd left that life and found factory work in a large Midwestern city. They all smoked, and they wore no jewelry except a gold wedding ...Read more
I live in Massachusetts, a state that's been showered with sports championships in the last few years. Super Bowl. World Series. There may have been some others, but I'm not a sports fan, so I can't be sure.
It's been fun, though. People wear "Champions" T-shirts, and everyone's happy about the victories, and I like living among happy people.
In between the Confederate monument and the tiki torch parade, there's a party goin' on.
And there are fine people on both sides. The bikers and the military and the cops are there, counting the days toward the pension, or toward selling crystal meth, depending on the uniform worn.
No Russian collusion! No Russian collusion! Pump ...Read more
I live in Fall River, Massachusetts, a blood clot of abandoned mills and tenement houses. There are almost 90,000 people here, all of us living close to the highway that New Yorkers and Bostonians take to Cape Cod.
A former miracle of the Industrial Revolution, Fall River is known for its numerous derelict cotton mills, some of which have been ...Read more