Author: DW Dalrymple
What will rise up from the ashes of what was once the largest employee owned business in the country? Clean air is a start…
One of my many idiosyncrasies is trying to not say goodbye in everyday life. “Catch you later” or just “later” are my stock valedictions.
Symposium: Not much has changed since the forties. Pizza slingers are still making DiCarlo’s Pizza the same way Primo did all those years ago up and down the Ohio Valley and beyond.
All of the job experiences, the people I have met, worked for, and toiled alongside through the years brought me to this point in my life.
Seeing the reports about the disagreement between Sony and Disney when it comes to who owns Spider-Man has left me feeling indifferent.
Even though the ceremonies differed, the one constant in the celebration is the wedding reception. Specifically, the music.
I used to think that I missed out, that I was born in the wrong era when it comes to music.
There is no simple answer to the gun issue.
I have not given up on America or the American Dream. I never will.
1966’s “Summer in the City” by The Lovin’ Spoonful is a song that always comes to mind during heatwaves like the one bearing down on about 195 million Americans this weekend.
Most of the time, when using imaginary people to back up a statement, it points to being a lazy, unprepared public speaker.
Perhaps the time has finally come for schools to recognize that they don’t need to distinguish between “ladies and gentlemen” when it comes to what team is taking the field, pitch or court.
It seems fitting to me now that the Grateful Dead’s “The Rain Show” would be the last time I would ever hear Jerry Garcia’s voice live.