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Getting to know ‘The Beautiful Game’

According the latest count, there are over 200 professional soccer leagues worldwide. And that’s just the men’s game. When you add all the women’s leagues, which continue to grow, you’re talking “the sun never sets on someone getting a kick in the head.” 


Shoes now cleared for take-off

Nothing better than being on a trip, tossing your possessions aside, kicking off your shoes, slowing the day’s rush and getting a professional rub-down. No, not the hotel.  I’m talking about going through airline security.

Is the age of comic book idols finally over?

The run on superheroes these days seems to have run out. This means the substitute idols of extraordinary powers and bold and courageous actions wearing Halloween costumes may no longer satisfy as stand-ins for the real thing. If Iron Man came to your door, you’d hand him a Snickers and wave him on. 

Sanctions: The tough-love answer to cartel misbehavior?

The U.S. administration has had it with some of Mexico’s drug cartels—just some.

I mean, can you blame it? Political leaders have tried to model good business practices on and off for several years recently.

But some cartel misbehavior has remained unpleasant, and they may be enriching uranium.

So, the answer?

Sanctions.

Sanctions: The tough-love answer to cartel misbehavior?

The U.S. administration has had it with some of Mexico’s drug cartels—just some.

I mean, can you blame it? Political leaders have tried to model good business practices on and off for several years recently.

But some cartel misbehavior has remained unpleasant, and they may be enriching uranium.

So, the answer?

I tried to ‘Be One with Nature,’ now I want out!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --

While I nodded, nearly napping,

Suddenly I was being eaten alive by a swarm of ants.

This is all true. Tiny, tiny ants no larger than electrons started eating my foot.It was a horror show. So horrible that it is fitting to steal the words from Edgar Allan Poe to set the stage. Poe, as you all know, wrote “The Raven,” a tragicpoem that concludes with the raven eating Poe’s foot. (At least I think that’s how it ends. Poe never ends anything with big laughs.)