The other day while I was out running, I saw the front lawn of a neighbor’s house all dug up to replace the main plumbing pipe to the street. There was a backhoe sitting on the lawn.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

I saw in the paper the other day that a guy died while working on his car when it slipped off the jack stands and killed him.

I work with a guy whose name is, for the sake of this story, Art. Many years ago, Art and I had a lot of common work-related projects, so we’d be in meetings together quite often.

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.