I have a question to the “experts” in the media business: Why, after getting this whole election so colossally wrong, after misreading voters, misinterpreting polls, misjudging what people thought and...
How well do we know anybody? Not well, it seems. Each week brings another horrific headline and, with it, descriptions of those involved that often conflict with the facts. Recently,...
It’s that time of year when parents take their kids off to college. And when they say good-bye, many will add, “Be safe.” But “safe” has a whole new meaning on campuses today, far beyond staying out late or drinking too much. “Safe” — and “safe spaces” — now means a protected bubble with no nasty comments, no judgment or criticism, nothing that might make anyone feel uncomfortable.
If there is one huge difference between the older and younger generations, it’s how they use their cellphones. Old people squint and tap out numbers. Young people put them down their pants.
We had just landed from Haiti. The airplane was packed; it was hot and sticky, and the little girl I was traveling with was sick. As we entered the jetway, I was relieved to see a row of wheelchairs waiting. “We ordered one of those,” I said. Two airport workers, a woman and a man, maybe in their 40s, looked at me and nodded. I pointed again.
We were driving down Woodward Avenue in Detroit to check on the water ice shop, my nephew and I, two white men in the front of an old SUV. This was late Friday night, around 10:30. The air was warm and humid, and there were a few people still walking the big avenue.
The assault rifle traces back to Nazi Germany. Did you know that? The Germans were trying to develop a more effective weapon for their soldiers, one that rivaled the firepower of a submachine gun but had better accuracy in more confined spaces.
Superman just bid us farewell. It’s hard to believe, Gordie Howe dying, because for so many years, he seemed immune to all of life’s blows.
A silverback gorilla belongs in the Cincinnati Zoo as much as a human being belongs in an African bird’s nest. But when a child got into that gorilla’s enclosure recently, and the animal was killed to protect the child’s life, we were suddenly arguing as if both sides had an equal say. “The gorilla didn’t have to die!” people protested. “It’s inhumane. It’s cruel.”
Every day, on my way to work, I pass a man in old clothes and a cap. His name is James Scales, but he goes by “Cricket.” He stands on...