Guest Commentary

How time flies! Who would ever have thought in 1992, with two turkeys, which by the way were donated to us, that the food drive would still be here in 2022? It all started in 1992 at WKZE AM 1020 where the late Bob Chatfield AKA Chocolate Cupcake and myself, Nascar Dave, gave two turkeys to families we knew could use them for Thanksgiving.

The first time that I changed the world was on an autumn night in 1992. I was 7; Diana Tcholakian was over for a sleepover; my grandmother was still alive; and “Sister Act” was out on VHS.

This infrequent column always strives to take the long view. Here is a very long one: Governance by representative democracy is but a hiccup in the history of the world. From time immemorial, human societies have been ruled by autocracies that oppress the vast majority of people who are not in the tiny ruling class.

He and his wife visited Salisbury looking to buy a house. Could you have had a cooler experience than seeing him at the yogurt counter?

My dear likker lady who professes to love him said he always played parts which did not demean him. He would never play a thief, she said. I can’t think if she’s right.

John Updike reminds us that “redux” is pronounced ray-dukes, not ree ducks, so here’s another look at the Brits.

My father, despite numerous ancestors having come from the UK, had but one prejudice. I’ll spare you what he called them. Something to do with a citrus that hates scurvy.

Not thinking myself an anti-Monarchist in the small “r” republican sense, I didn’t give the Queen’s death much thought. Until I tuned in and said, What the blimey, I’ll watch a bit.

There are plenty of books written with babies in mind (a search of Amazon calls up over 44 million) but far fewer written for the age group dubbed “tweens”— that treacherous territory kids navigate in middle school, the years between being a small child and being a teenager.

‘Cadillac is more than a statement. It’s a celebration of self-expression.

And a declaration of your independence.”

I’m not fond of quoting William Barr, but that is what the New York Times used to refer to as a “barnyard epithet.”