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Despite the accusations, I deny that I carry a man purse. According to the New York Post, the man purse, or “murse,” is the “new must-have accessory taking over designers’ spring 2020 men’s runways.”

A Harvard University Center for American Political Studies/Harris Poll showed that immigration is now voters’ top concern, surpassing health care as the nation’s No. 1 issue. By a 42-38 margin, registered voters selected immigration as the major issue.

(Ext. 10 Downing Street, nighttime. The lights of London shine in the late evening. Revelers wander in and out of pubs. Big Ben stretches imperiously against a July sky. Inside No 10, a phone rings.)

I can remember where I was when Elvis Presley died.

This past week, I’ve been watching a series of programs celebrating the 50th anniversary of the moon landing.

It’s never too late for a good belly laugh.

Many voters five years ago — based on article comments, emails, phone calls and letters to the editor — were loud and clear: “We do not want a new county jail.”

The city of Dunedin, Florida, wants Jim Ficken’s home. Ficken’s mom died, so he went to South Carolina to take care of her estate. He asked a friend to look after his house. But then the friend died, and no one cut Ficken’s grass. When it grew to 10 inches, Dunedin officials started fining him $500 a day. The fine is now about $30,000.

I don’t know Joe Biden personally. I do know a lot of people who move in the same circles as the former vice president, and by all accounts, Biden is a decent person; genuine, affable, earnest.

Neighbor Phil drew my attention to a quote recently that read, “Strange times are these in which we live when old and young are taught falsehoods in school.

I am coming up on the anniversary of one of the true milestones in my life: It has been nearly five years since my divorce became official.

There has been moral decline.

Recently, my kids have asked us the question: “Daddy, are we spoiled?” My first inclination is, “Yes, of course you’re spoiled.”

Independence Day used to be a happy day when all Americans put aside their partisan differences and came together to celebrate the miraculous birth of the United States of America. But like almost everything in the upside-down era of President Donald Trump, our great Fourth of July holiday weekend was spoiled by ugly politics.

When faced with two women who each claimed to be the mother of the same child, King Solomon announced that he would slice the child in two and give half to each claimant. One woman was pleased. The other wailed in sorrow, and begged the king to give the child to her opponent.

Last week, 20 Democrats vying for the presidential nomination went on national television. On back-to- back nights, candidates put forward their positions on various hot-button topics. Regarding immigration, the most explosive subject and a top concern for Americans, all 20 had the same platform: the world is welcome to come to America, and don’t worry, once inside the United States, affirmative benefits will be provided compliments of American taxpayers, no matter how unwilling they may be to underwrite them.

Everyone has a story about coyotes, those raggedy, dog-like animals that howl and yip at night in the hills surrounding our communities.

Cogito, ergo, sum. Descartes gave us these words: “I think, therefore I am.”

When Ted Little and I met for the first time, we were both 8 years old, in the third grade and sitting a few desks apart from each other in math class.

Some people never break the posted speed limit, they gingerly seal it in bubble wrap.

A long-gone Prescott tradition is making a pseudo-return Saturday afternoon, July 6, downtown with “controlled” water fights and soakings.

I hope you had a happy Fourth of July! We have reason to celebrate.

Some people never break the posted speed limit, they gingerly seal it in bubble wrap.

The United States has the strongest military in the world.

I try to keep a positive attitude about our world — especially the future one my grandson is going to live in.