For the past few weeks I've been rummaging through file cabinets crammed with nearly 40 years of memories. The cabinets contain hundreds of manila folders filled with notes on topics I've written about since becoming a Herald-Whig reporter in May 1980.
During the days leading up to Christmas is when I most enjoy re-watching some of my favorite holiday films. What is most rewarding, at least for me, is noticing a phrase or relatively hidden message I may have missed or overlooked in years past.
‘Tis the season -- to eat. What better time of the year to gather with friends and would-be buddies? There's always something special about December as we journey closer to Christmas, and that includes the daily lunch hours.
It's the time of year when we pay tribute to those who struggle with the day-to-day battle with common sense, which often winds up with them being involved in some form of bizarre mischief.