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Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017 8:34 AM
Things are getting really draconian at my house. If I am caught upstairs in the bedroom with my pants and shoes, I will get three demerits. Depending how involved I have been in woods work, I may not be allowed upstairs wearing . . .
  • I’m not unfamiliar with big cities: I grew up in Detroit, spent time in Los Angeles, got cheated by a cab driver in Chicago, nearly bought a house in Seattle and spent years in Anchorage, which people don’t consider a big city because . . .
  • In the spirit of leaving no stone unturned, which is my habit after beating a dead horse, here is the last installment of my marathon three-part auction series where we will review some actual auctions for their notability, oddity . . .
  • Last week we looked at how easy it was to get a sub-prime loan during the house financing bubble just by having your wife raise her hand at an auction. This week let’s look at the premise of an auction where the assumptions of . . .
  • If you are married, like my wife tells me I am, you always learn new and surprising things about your spouse that keep things interesting. For example, I did not know my wife was enthralled by auctions. . . .
  • Occasionally I catch an up-close view at my computer keyboard and decide that it’s time for a cleaning. This usually happens when I wake up, head on my desk with my eyeballs just inches away from the . . .
  • As a member of society’s subset known as “guys,” it’s my civic duty to remind and warn all others in my group about this time of year when the daffodil bloom has peaked here in the northern states. . . .
  • Yes, it’s time to talk about the mystery of coffee again. It’s been a few years and many, many cups since Parts I and II were published. Over that time I have ingested enough caffeine to kill a horse and, still coasting . . .
  • My last attempt at explaining adhesives ended in a sticky mess. This time I will adhere to the subject at hand — and adhering almost anything to the hand is easy with what we call “superglue.” Commonly known as . . .
  • Recently I had an appointment at the clinic because Brian, my favorite nurse practitioner, needed to practice his cutting and sewing skills ... on me. As an excuse, he found a few suspicious “areas of interest” on . . .
  • Have you considered going to a play in recent decades? Would you get strange looks suddenly saying to your spouse, “Dear, I think tomorrow night we should dress up, go to an early dinner and then take in a play”? Enhancing the silence . . .
  • Occasionally people write to me about late payments, subpoenas and cease-and-desist orders, you know, normal correspondence that everyone gets, but sometimes I am sent a letter regarding one of my columns. Some columns draw . . .
  • Have you received a notice on your computer that the version of Windows you have is no longer supported? I know I have. I’ve been getting that notice for years and I know it’s true since my bedroom windows remind me every winter . . .
  • I am aware that there are people who do not care for cheesecake. That’s okay. You are excused because we will be discussing the pleasures of cheesecake and there is no need for the non-appreciative to suffer . . .
  • For years now it has been suggested that we’ve entered the post-industrial “Age of Information.” Why is this called the Age of Information? It’s because you can Google the answer if you don’t know why. When you do, you’ll see that . . .
  • My wife has a smartphone with more computing and communications power than NASA had on all the manned moon-shots combined. It can instruct you how to get to your destination in cities the phone has never before visited . . .
  • Growing up among pines and hardwoods, I naturally developed a fascination for coconuts. I read Euell Gibbons’ “The Beachcomber’s Handbook,” which offered multiple uses for coconuts and prompted me in the 1970s to . . .
  • With a frozen Mai Tai in hand while sitting in the warm sun and cool breeze of the Hawaiian Islands on a tropical winter vacation, I find myself in an ideal position to look around and list what’s wrong with Hawaii. Why not? . . .
  • There was a time when getting on an airliner was not only glamorous, but fun. Flying involved hot meals served at regular intervals, lots of beverages, offers of pillows and blankets and quite often, empty seats right next to your own. . . .
  • After long observing people going on vacation, I have come to the conclusion that there are three parts to a complete, traditional vacation experience. First there is talking about it; next, and equally important, is actually going . . .
  • It’s the dead of winter: I’ve been writing and thinking about the cold and about heat. This led me to the strange world where we falsely experience heat commonly caused by spicy food; mainly hot peppers. The sudden interest . . .
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