Columns

There is, of course, an anthology of jokes about fishermen and their wives. And, while some jokes diminish the importance of a wife relative to the importance of hauling in a nice small mouth bass, if you asked one of our area’s premier reservoir fishermen about his wife of 20 years, Steve Contini might just say if asked what the best catch of his life was, that would be his wife, Tina.

The No. 1 question I have been asked over the last week has been “Now what happens?”

Some messages stand the test of time and are worth passing on to another generation.

Former President Donald Trump recently stated that he would not support NATO countries unless they met his version of non-binding spending guidelines on defense; until then, “I would encourage (Russia) to do whatever the hell they want.” It ranks as perhaps the most shocking American statement in the history of Cold War public discourse.

I am out to lunch. This is especially true when I make lunch.

For the past two years, students in my Black history sports icons course have watched Regina King’s Academy-nominated film “One Night in Miami” to begin our section on Muhammad Ali, formerly Cassius Clay.

This is hardly a news flash, but here goes anyway. Americans are deeply, bitterly divided.

The Democrats are trying to put Donald Trump in jail.

We’ve had a lot of home repairs lately. Our house is a lot like we are, slowly aging and in need of occasional patchwork.

Of course, every leap year is a unique one, and every four years when one arrives, I have the same thoughts about that extra day we’re granted. Certainly, one thought is how short it seems since the last February 29. The celerity with which time passes, no doubt, is a thought that I think predominates those who’ve been blessed with senior days.