My heart skips a beat every time I see Muhammad Ali. Does yours?
I spent 35 years in St. Louis. The city of St. Louis is a place you come from, not go to.
A TV commercial warned me not to miss the premiere of “Survivor.” I did.
Why is it that I am calm reading stories about the horror in Darfur, but go beserk if someone enters the express checkout line with 20 items?
Tony Blair of England is the poor man’s George Bush.
If you want to win a bet, ask New Yorkers the distance from New York to St. Louis or to California.
There is something sad looking about Nicholas Gage. I can’t figure out what.
I recently took a bus trip from New York to Washington D.C. Not a single male on the bus except for me had on a business suit. What does this teach us about America?
I can’t see myself speaking to Dr. Phil about a personal problem. Could you?
I never turn on the Super Bowl until five minutes before kickoff time, and I skip all the commercials. That means I have nothing the next day to talk about regarding the Super Bowl.
I admire Hispanic men gathered in groups seeking a job for the day. They remind me of my father who had a wonderful work ethic.
What ever happened to those predictions that computers would result in the end of paper?
No one ever went broke betting on the number of platitudes in a Bush speech.
I still choke up when taps are played at sundown. It reminds me of my Army days.
Wouldn’t you like to know how George Steinbrenner reacts to the current New York Yankee team when he watches them play?
The English magazine, “The Economist” is still the best read around if you only can read one thing each week.
Do you wonder why no body of Moslem clerics condemn violence in Iraq or bloodshed in the Gaza Strip between Hammas and Fatah? They sure got upset at cartoons.