Author: Gary McCarty
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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 people. “They” got old,…
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Vietnam? We Fought a War There? Yes, Gen-Zers and Others, We Did Go to Southeast Asia
Today, when you see veterans interviewed on TV, or you hear newscasters referring to U.S. military engagements, the locations are all in the Middle…
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“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 Pills.” I was never…
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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 was written as the…
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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, cover-up, and brainwashing. I…
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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 but McCarthy. On another…
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No ‘H’ by HS Graduation, but Karma Remained Unchanged
Okay, so you can’t see my name on the home page photo. I must’ve taken a photo from my high school graduation yearbook about…
