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The top ten top ten lists

It's that time of year again for all the Top Ten lists of movies you never saw, music you never ..


Christmas lights, camera, action!

"You can see it from space!" Kirby complained about his next-door neighbor's Christmas lawn display. In his living room, at ..


The new gets old faster and faster

"Can you send a fax for me?" asked Charlotte, a close neighbor, on the phone one morning. I was a ..


The big apple vs the crab apple

When my old friend Rob calls us from New York City, he always asks, "But what do you do out ..


Where have you gone, Norman Rockwell?

In 1955, there were 24 people at the Wintwell house for Thanksgiving. Aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, Mom and ..


The plane! The plane!

We've been traveling a lot the last few weeks, and it's good to be back home. I have no horror ..


A vegetable too far

After a few doctor visits and constant problems with prescription medicines, my friend, Dave, has decided to pay attention to ..


I put a spell check on you

You've probably heard that a bunch of new words have been added to the Oxford dictionary. Phablet. Unlike. Buzzworthy. Selfie. ..


Who wears the sweatpants in this house?

After Sue wrote "Wash me" with her finger in the dust on the most expensive piece of exercise equipment I ..


Murder, she keeps writing

I read and watch a lot of detective stories, and the type I really enjoy are place-centered. The ones where ..


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