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Where Have All the Flowers — and Years — Gone? To Paraphrase a Song
I remember back in my 20s (pictured above, working at the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner), time seemed to belong to other…
“More Than Carter Has Little Liver Pills’ — a Saying from the Bygone Years
When I was growing up, a uniquitous TV ad — and on radio too — was for “Carter’s Little Liver…
They Used to Call Me Mr. Unlucky — Egads, Were They Right?
Here’s a tale of woe I found today on an old hard drive uncovered in the dust of time. It…
State of the Art: Wherefore Art Thou, True Journalism?
When it comes to modern-day journalism, the state of the art is that there is none. It’s basically all manipulation,…
That Damn ‘H’ Has Followed Me Forever, As Has the Damn ‘J’
Talk about Bad Karma, welcome to moi. Look at my photo in my junior high school yearbook. I’m not McCarty…
Blah, Blah, Blah, Fake Post #2
Some dogs might bark or howl when separated from his guardian. This kind of barking or howling is tenacious and…
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