Bernie to the World: Journalism is NOT Dead!
Wednesdays are the worst, this one in particular. Three weather previews to edit, a process story on what could have been the least productive county legislature meeting (which included a…

Wednesdays are the worst, this one in particular. Three weather previews to edit, a process story on what could have been the least productive county legislature meeting (which included a…
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“No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again,” the famous spiritual guide one once said. Which brings us to this moment, here at the Riverside. I am…
PowerBreak was new, innovative, and groundbreaking. Print products, put simply, are not. Rather, as I have come to find out, they are a chasm of expense – $20,000 a month.…
Lindy’s penchant for outdoor dining wanes for no one, so when Mother insisted we get together for cocktails on the boat on my return from D.C., he was happy to…
The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…
Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
Don’t tell me, dear reader, that you don’t have questions. I am present among these, well, society types here at the bar and, let me tell you, I have a…
Stu used to put the lights on the tree. At six-foot-three (to my five-foot-two) he was the obvious choice. I mean, what good was I? He’d be on the ladder…
Hair? Check. Shoes? Check … and new, by the way. Suit? Compensatory navy with white lapel, well-fitted. (Thank you Mrs. McDougal from two doors down. That woman is a genius…