As I follow the news lately it seems that either the world has gone mad or I have. This week it’s BP Global, a conglomerate highly enriched by our taxpayer-funded war in Iraq (often cited for safety violations).
It was eight years ago when I first met Oscar, an adorable, albeit a tad headstrong 5-month-old golden retriever service dog. I was walking back from the tennis courts next to my apartment building when I saw him with his owner, Colleen Hughes, who’s my neighbor.
The legendary TV cop drama, “The Naked City” (1958) was set in Manhattan. Each episode ended with the famous voice-over, “There are eight million stories, in the Naked City.
America is a country on the move, residences that is. (It’s also a country of yard sales, which I will get to below.) Last year, 40 million Americans moved to a new home.
Last Sunday when Phil Mickelson won the Masters it was the highest rated golf show in nine years and up 36 percent from last year. Many people watched because it marked the return of sex-scandalized Tiger Woods (following his rehab and “atonement tour”).
April 21 will mark 100 years since the death of Samuel Langhorne Clemens, aka Mark Twain. Despite all that time, Twain is still considered the greatest humorist in American literature.
For openers, I’d like to comment on last week’s column about the seventh anniversary of the Iraq War. One reader suggested effusively that I should get a Pulitzer Prize whereas another essentially suggested that I wasn’t worthy of a booby prize.
Last Saturday marked the seventh anniversary of the Iraq War. In 2003, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld boldly predicted that the war would last, “Six days or six weeks, but certainly no more than six months.
If this week’s column seems to ramble, I say blame it on Daylight Savings. It all started at 2 a.m. on Sunday.
The 1950s were called the golden age of television because of programs like “Playhouse 90,” the “Goodyear Playhouse” and “G.E. Theatre,” which ran from 1954-1962 and was hosted by Ronald Reagan.
This week marked Jay Leno’s return to “The Tonight Show.” I had considered writing about the Olympics but, for me, they lacked the high drama of those during the Cold War.
Last Friday, Tiger Woods staged a heavily choreographed “press conference,” which had little press and no conference. One thing it did have was viewers.
