Aug. 27, 6:49 AM. Random thoughts while in the hospital waiting room as my wife is undergoing the final phase of reconstruction.   Yesterday several people I know went to Tampa to take part in a planned protest of the GOP, its candidates and its policy positions. It might have

*Author’s Note-I am an independent advisor to the Shayan Elahi Campaign. I have no responsibility for managing it, my opinions are strictly my own and I am not being compensated. I would normally only offer my endorsement, however, the circumstances here are extraordinary and I feel compelled to let the

“De Camptown Ladies sing dis song, Doo-Dah! Doo-Dah! De Camptown Racetrack five miles long, Oh! Doo-Dah Day!”   The primary season certainly does feel like a long distance race with the finish line almost in sight. Everyone concerned is practically out of breath and sleepless as we come into the

*“I got the horse right here, the name is Paul Revere, and here’s a guy who says if the weather’s clear….”   Wow! To hear all the judicial candidates speak at all of the events they are invited to one would think that they are all the embodiment of Oliver

  I did it! I finally sold off my last two working firearms and I feel as though a burden was lifted from my shoulders. Gun use was practically a rite of passage growing up. Many of the movies we love involve gun violence. True also of the TV series

By Jerry Waxman Prior to this year the date June 28 produced a few blips on the radar of some historical significance. Here’s a sampling: 1846   Adolph Sax patents the saxophone 1902  Congress passes the Spooner Act authorizing the building of the Panama Canal 1914  WWI begins with the assassination

Equality seems to be coming in a lot of forms recently. The Republican War on Women shows the tremendous inequality that poor and middle class women face especially in health issues. The GLBT community has had a huge boost recently thanks to VP Joe Biden and President Obama and all

It’s been almost a month since I’ve submitted any articles and my editor is getting antsy. “What do I pay you for?” he asks, to which I reply “You don’t. I do this for love.” “I love you” he says, and for the time being that’s enough. I have to

Dance programs on radio were nothing new in 1957. They had been around in one form or another since the dance marathons of the Depression years. Swing bands used to do remote national hookups into living rooms across the country and the kids used to dance at their house parties

Remember that final scene in the great 1956 sci-fi flick The Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Remember Kevin McCarthy running down the highway bouncing off of trucks loaded with alien seed pods shouting to us warning that as we slept they took us over? Let’s apply that to what’s happened