I wonder sometimes about, let’s call it, a theory I heard many years ago: What Wall Street does is an indicator of what is to come in six months or so.
A desperately needed bounce in public acclaim following President Biden’s signing of the $1 trillion infrastructure proposal has yet to materialize, leaving the president wallowing in the low 40 percent range in job-performance approval from a discontented and dispirited nation helpless in the face of out-of-control inflation.
Oh, the silly season is upon us! Shopping, that is … people clamoring for things they don’t truly need?
The Democratic Party had yet another bad election night recently, and the party is shaking its head, wondering why. After all, polls continue to show general public support for Democratic positions, such as the infrastructure bill, health care reform, the living wage, etc.
Last year the media went into a frenzy over the 400th anniversary of the Mayflower’s arrival in North America, but the festivities were just beginning.
I still remember the day my girlfriend and I went to an animal rescue down in Cave Creek to make what would be the best joint decision in our relationship.
These days, we’re all used to walking through retail stores in October and dodging Christmas displays of inflatable Baby Yoda yard art while we’re still trying to find the perfect Halloween pumpkins to decompose on our front porches.
If Bill Murray were to star in a sequel to Groundhog Day, he’d wake up to the Sonny and Cher alarm clock, take the cold shower, step in the puddle, parry the insurance agent, trudge to the gazebo…and see Chris Christie doing his same old song and dance.
Over the past few years, I have heard people question whether we are properly teaching the history of our country in our schools. Recently, in the east there has been a lot of discussion about the teaching of critical race theory.
The hardest things to talk about are the most important. We all hope to live to a ripe old age, but not everyone get there. November is always my month to ponder life, not only because my mom and I both have birthdays, but because she died just after her 74th birthday of Alzheimer’s
I received a letter from prison the other day. That’s right. Prison – joint, slammer, big house.
The Prescott area is heading into the holidays — Thanksgiving and Christmas — with an ongoing COVID surge as well as family gatherings and community events.
The future use of the Rodeo Grounds is still unknown. A few months ago, Prescott Frontier Days (PFD — the nonprofit that operates the rodeo and a few other events each year) requested a lease extension for 50 years.
Along about the mid-1950s, a young boy and his grandfather visited the Pea Ridge National Military Park in Benton County, Arkansas. During that visit the boy received a musket ball souvenir from an elderly lady.
The Prescott Police Department reported to the City Council this past week that it will be adding an emotional support dog to its K-9 unit early next year, and you may have seen “Eden” greeting you on the front page of this past Sunday’s Courier.
If Kyle Rittenhouse is convicted of anything other than, at most, a misdemeanor offense, I will write glowing articles about Nancy Pelosi, make Christine Blasey Ford my social media profile photo, and contribute to NARAL. ...
The latest iteration of Build Back Better – the president’s multi-trillion-dollar tax-and-spending binge that has been stalled in Congress all year – purports to reduce the cost of prescription drugs via negotiation.
Last weekend, I remember walking out of the movie theater after watching “The Eternals” and having so many thoughts course through my mind.
Mark Twain, in an unpublished manuscript, once wrote: “It is not worthwhile to try to keep history from repeating itself, for man’s character will always make the preventing of the repetitions impossible.”