You often see sentinels on the side of the road, sad reminders of a tearful tragedy, on a busy street corner in the city, or out in the middle of nowhere.

Living in the Capital District is heaven if you’re a motorcyclist (except for when they salt the roads).

If you’ve been reading my column for a while, you know that I’m a voracious reader. I generally have two books going at all times, usually from the library.

There’s a bit that legendary comedian George Carlin used to do that went something like this: If you don’t like AT&T, build your own.

I wake up in the morning and catch last night’s sports highlights on TV while reading the sports pages as I eat breakfast. On the drive to work, I tune into one of the sports-talk radio shows.

Today I offer you 100 tips for life gleaned from hard-earned experience. Use at your own risk; as they say in the car business, “Your mileage may vary.” Enjoy!

If you’re like me, you’re always looking for a fresh and affordable way to exercise.

I came across three things recently that made me question whether I’m living in the same universe as everyone else. Maybe you can make sense of them.

My lovely wife and I had the luxury of taking a long car trip in the summer.

Lately I've had more contact with those over age 85 than I've ever had in my life. It has been an eye-opening experience in many ways.