Monday, October 5, 2026

As Christmas nears, I have had the great joy of looking at this season through the eyes of a Southern friend.

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the House nothing was stirring but Rep. Tom "T-Bone" Maxilla.

"What did the volcano say to the earthquake?" My dad's joke hung over the table as we stopped cutting candy and readied ourselves for his punch line.

It has come to my attention that parents, particularly at this time of year, spend a lot of time worrying themselves silly over one thing and one thing only, a concern so deep it literally wakes them from a sound sleep, apoplectic over some concern relating to: Santa.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be famous? Just the other day, I was working at my coffee house job.

Undoubtedly, winter feeding practices of livestock varies from farm to farm as much or more than any other feeding period the entire year.

Despite overt hints to Santa's elves that I own enough dress shirts and too many ties for someone who works at home, chances are nearly 100 percent that a swell new shirt and a very understated tie are in my immediate future.

A Romanian tried to lodge a complaint with consumer protection officials after his girlfriend refused to marry him.

Time flies, as we know all too well. What I am realizing more and more is that there are interesting ways in which the passing of time is noticed and measured.

If the dullest knife causes the deepest wounds, the Bush administration should stock up on gauze and duct tape as it takes its traveling trade show to Hong Kong's World Trade Organization Ministerial Dec.