If you have not noticed, let me suggest that you take a peep at the calendar. You will see what some of my colleagues have been saying to me; this summer is moving along fast, very fast!
Back in the Day
I know that many of you have observed parents holding their child’s hand while waiting, on a street corner, to cross the street. If so, I suspect that you can visualize a parent leaning down, speaking softly to the child, pointing to the movement of the traffic and then pointing to the traff…
A few weeks ago, I heard a report on the news that June was the hottest month for Earth since records were initiated in 1880.
This week, I shall join with thousands of my Brothers of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc. for its 84th Grand Chapter meeting for our 2019 Conclave. It is an event that occurs every two years for the purpose of conducting business: particularly the election of new officers; a re-dedication of …
Some folk who “think” that they know me, label me as cheap. I can only conclude that this label has been assigned to me because of my propensity not to throw anything away.
Some of you may have read my column last week. If so, you may recall that the focus was on how listening skills have diminished today in comparison to the degree in which people listened in the past.
You have undoubtedly told someone or have heard another person say, “What is said to you, goes in one ear and out the other.”
Last week I was engaged in a telephone conversation with a close friend regarding No. 45’s contradictory foreign policy stances. We focused on Donald Trump’s last-minute decision not to go through with his plan to bomb targets in Iran.
As I move further into my twilight years, I often find myself reflecting on the challenging times of my life; but my main focus is on the good times.
In preparation for writing today’s column, I read all of the Father’s Day columns that I have written over the years to avoid repeating thoughts I have already shared. However, my 2004 Father’s Day column had special meaning and I am repeating some of its contents today.
A few weeks ago, I was in my old West Philadelphia neighborhood attending the funeral of a fraternity member. I made it a point to drive down 43rd Street, where I lived during the 1940s through the 1960s. My old neighborhood, like many Philadelphia neighborhoods, is showing signs of gentrification.
Last week, I received an email on a subject that caught my attention: “20 Outdated Occupations That Have Bitten the Dust.”
Watching television, listening to the radio or reading newspapers today has made us aware of the recent measles outbreak. If you grew up prior to 2000, you may recall the fever, runny nose, cough, red eyes and sore throat associated with this disease.
I regularly receive text messages with sayings that I do not understand. I suspect that some of you find yourselves in similar situations.
This is the year 2019 and not 1959. Clearly, much has changed during these 60 years.