Something is supposedly going happen in the early part of this year which may be good, but also bad.
A mostly humorous, sometimes serious, reflection on life in Madera, California, by the publisher of The Madera Tribune.
Christmas was a quiet one in the Doud household — except for the odd rustling sound. It occurred when I unwrapped a gift of socks.
It probably won’t happen in the lifetime of anyone presently living, but at some point the United States will have to move its capital from Washing
As I write this, my mind is on something in our refrigerator at home — a jar of pickled herring.
It was maybe 30 years ago, on a Christmas Eve, and I was ready to go home. It had been a long day.