Maxed Out

Having known three of my four grandparents, having met one great grandparent I can remember, having left the country of my birth and never having put down roots any deeper than those I have now, I can't say that was ever one of the questions I lost s

Money can't buy happiness. Your mama probably told you that. Mine did. Mother doesn't always know best ... just most of the time. But I can understand where she was coming from.

An exhaustive list of my shortcomings is beyond the scope of a single column. While generally not building a lifestyle based on the seven deadly sins, I would certainly have to admit scoring pretty high on sloth ... and several others.

Before I begin trying to make sense out of nonsense—or, perhaps, the other way around—I'd just like to take this opportunity to say it's not my fault.

Sometimes it seems like trying to sell bibles to atheists. Big Macs to vegans. Abstinence to swingers. Truth to lies. Compassion to Conservatives. Or, in this case, a simple concept to closed minds.

As though we needed further proof of the impending demise of civilization, Abba is back.

It's sad. It's not, "Your puppy's dead," sad. But it's way sadder than, "Your hamster's dead.

I was cleaning up my hard drive the other day, wandering through decades of things I found interesting enough to save but not necessarily interesting enough to ever read again, when I came across a brain study in a learned journal that convinced me I

That Isaac Newton, what a guy. First he invents Fig Newtons and then he goes on to explain just about everything you need to know about bodies in motion and how they're likely to be affected when a body meets a body ...

"Rooooooooll another one," "Just like the other one." - Elliot Ingber and Larry Wagner The 1985-86 ski season was a watershed moment in the development of Blackcomb Mountain.