Columns

With the 75th anniversary of D-Day coming on Thursday, I broke out my copy of “Saving Private Ryan” over the weekend.

America’s declining birthrate has given me pause.

The quintessential Ugly American arrived in England on Monday, where it didn’t take long for him to hurl insults at London’s mayor. But presumably his mood will be lightened by the absence of any American vessels bearing the name John McCain.

Opening day at Arizona Downs could not have been more beautiful: a sunny, bright blue sky above rolling hills, balmy temperature and rambunctious breezes that obediently lay down before the action started.

I was disappointed in the article “YRMC defends policies after ‘C’ rating from watchdog group,” on May 30, concerning the Leapfrog grading of Yavapai Regional Medical Center, as I did not see the appropriate context for your readers understanding of the nature of these so-called “watchdog” organizations.

There was a big media buildup and a lot of wild guessing by the pundits on FOX and CNN about what Special Counsel Robert Mueller was going to say in his public statement this week.

Congressman Paul Gosar has reintroduced the Criminal Alien Removal Clarification Act, saying that non-citizens, convicted of a felony or two or more misdemeanors, are “removable.”

“I don’t feel safe,” says a Harvard student in a video. What threatens her? The dean of her Harvard dormitory, law professor Ronald Sullivan, agreed to be part of accused sexual harasser Harvey Weinstein’s legal defense team.

We are fortunate. Prescott is bustling right now with all of the summer activities.

Jessica Marquez-Gates is old enough to remember an America before Roe v. Wade.

I think I need a caddie in my life, someone to help guide me through my day-to-day existence with a steady hand and a personal knowledge of my goals and desires.

Negotiations about the Dells development continue. I’ve recently talked with people in Save the Dells and city government about how value is determined in those negotiations.

There are mystical forces at work in the universe. One of them that receives too little attention is the verity that if two of something make up a set, one will always be missing.

Like most people, I didn’t think much about my Social Security number - until I got a bizarre call from a total stranger.

I wrote a column recently about lawmakers in East Tennessee voting to make Blount County a “Second Amendment Sanctuary.” They established a haven for gun owners seeking asylum from bothersome restrictions on firearms.

There was a death in the family. Those cruel words have been spoken and experienced by all of us. A parent, spouse, child, sibling, aunt, uncle, grandparent departs from our life and we are catapulted into a different space. The grieving zone. That place that no one cares to be and yet somehow none can completely escape.

During World War II, of the 500-plus MLB players who served, only two young Americans were killed.

Nearly 43 million Americans have started their summers with a Memorial Day weekend getaway this year, AAA News reports.

Faithful readers may recall that I have twice recommended books written by David Brooks.

Twenty years ago this June, when my father’s youngest sister Gwendol passed away, I glanced over at Dad during the funeral and thought, “He looks as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

Justin Amash, a rare Republican congressman who refuses to genuflect at Donald Trump’s feet, has been taking heat lately for daring to speak his mind. But bless his heart, he couldn’t care less.

Upon hearing our legislators are giving themselves a raise, two things sound a little hinky.

Look at the dollar bills in your wallet. They say they are “legal tender for all debts.”

This is the second of a two-part column focusing on former Navy Flier Chuck Baldock’s nearly seven years as a North Vietnamese POW from 1966 to 1973.

As Attorney General William Barr settled (re-settled) into his office at the Department of Justice at 10th and Constitution in Washington, D.C., on day one, I’m sure his first act was to yell out to his executive assistant, “Get FBI Director Christopher Wray on the phone.”