Point of No Return

A new season is here, and I’m going to enjoy it

Many of us have that metaphorical little engine inside us that drives us.

Honoring the two generations of mommies in my life

For years, this week’s column has been one of my favorites to write.

These competitors never really get their fill

According to a recent story on abcnews.com, a Sacramento woman recently ate three 72-ounce steak dinners in about 20 minutes during a food challenge held at The Big Texan Steak Ranch in Amarillo, Texas.

There really is no substitute for learning

When we stop learning, we stop growing.

Those are valued words that have bounced around my scattered brain for years now, though I can’t remember if I was gifted them by a parent, a teacher or a creepy dude in a trench coat I once encountered by some poorly-lit docks. Regardless, they have stuck with me, and I’ve noticed over the years that the more I learn, the more I realize how ignorant I truly am.

Why would any rational person run for president?

Well, it seems as if there’s a little more clarity now in regards to the 2016 presidential election.

Brackets cause baldness! Well, some stress

Bracket. Busted.

According to scientific research (Editor’s Note: There is absolutely no “scientific” or “research” to what I’m about to say), those two words are used more frequently in the month of March than any other time during the year.

Let’s just add a maniac for good measure

Well, this story struck me deep in the cockles of my fear zone.

Changing seasons is change I can do without

Though this will probably come as a great surprise to my loyal readers (Hi, Mom!), I made a bit of a wisecrack the other day about the recent spell of cold weather we’ve been experiencing.

In response, someone asked me if I wouldn’t miss the changing seasons if I packed up my toys and moved to a shack on the equator, escaping the chilly winters forever while learning the traditions and culture of the gentle equator people (I know. Don’t email me. It was a joke, folks.)

Regardless, her question reminded me of a simpler time in my life — before marriage, fatherhood and Netflix — when I first moved to California. It was about a week before the Washington Redskins played the Buffalo Bills in the Super Bowl, and the temperature was about 65 degrees, from what I remember. At that time, I thought I had found the happiest place on earth.

There were beautiful people everywhere I turned. Everybody’s cars were sparkling clean, unencumbered by the ravages of road salt or that slushy disgusting stuff that makes it into our wheel wells every winter. And the climate was amazing. The only thing... Sorry. I got distracted. It’s just so weird to think about a Super Bowl featuring the Washington Redskins and Buffalo Bills. I mean, Toilet Bowl, sure, but Super Bowl? The Redskins and Bills? It’s like two slow-witted pigs waging battle on Final Jeopardy for all...

But I digress.

I loved that first winter in California, and weather was a major part of that affection. The summer came around, and that was another great part of living there. It got a bit warmer. I attended a ton of baseball games. And I made a good friend who was also from the East Coast, so we went on various explorations to enjoy all the Golden State had to offer. It was truly a great time.

However, after spending about two years there, it hit me that I missed the changing of the seasons. The leaves didn’t turn color. We never really hit my beloved “sweater weather.” And there was never a two- or three-week period where you could see the flowers all spring to life at once. Indeed, I missed the seasons.

But I feel that it’s important to note that I never mentioned that I missed standing thigh-deep in a snow drift while I moved and scraped snow and ice off my car to go to work in the morning. Nor did I mention that I missed trying to have a conversation with someone outside while we both did disgusting things to the sleeves of our coats to prevent disgusting things from rolling down our respective faces during said conversation. And I know for a fact that I never missed putting on boots, a hat, gloves and seven layers of clothing to take out the trash, then having to take them all off again as soon as I walked back in the door for fear of creating a Slip ’N Slide in the hallway when later walking in my socks.

So, yeah, I did miss the changing of the seasons, but I would have been happy with a changing of just three seasons.

Good Gosh: Groundhogs and ghastly guests galore

Sometimes, things make me smile which probably shouldn’t make me smile.

She drives me crazy. Or maybe the other way around.

One of the most fascinating elements of life is the fact that we are all presented with challenges and circumstances throughout our respective durations that offer us opportunities to learn, if we choose to pay attention and take heed.

How about we cut some people a little slack?

Waking up Tuesday morning to a car that was not covered in a blanket of snow was more than just a little bit of a relief. For one thing, I was worried the night before about some of our employees who have to travel a pretty significant distance to get to work. For another, I was concerned that I was going to have to dig my way out of a coccoon of snow.

Is the end of the world really soon upon us?

A recent article in the Washington Post cited a paper published last week in the Journal Science by 18 researchers trying to gauge the breaking points in the natural world.

Boo-yah! Ravens win, but Scott’s loss hurts

As the clock wound down on the Baltimore Ravens’ playoff win over the rival Pittsburgh Steelers last weekend, two truths entered my mind immediately.

A last look back at the wonders of 2014

Well, it’s time to put another year in the proverbial rearview and set our sights ahead to the wonders that await us in 2015.

A season of renewal, a season of nostalgia

There was a time in my life when the single most important thing in my entire existence was a Mattel handheld electronic football game.

Report sheds light on us lowering our standards

A Senate report released this week on the CIA’s interrogation program of suspected terrorists during the tenure of former-President George W. Bush has generated a few emotions, to say the least.

‘Thankful’ is not even a strong enough word for me

We had a tradition around the McCann family table every Thanksgiving.

The miracle of birth, the wonder of paternity leave

As a kid, I remember watching the old black-and-white movies in which a husband would be pacing in a smoke-filled waiting room while his wife gave birth to the couple’s baby. The man would then get his first glance at his offspring through a glass window, as a joyous nurse would weave her way through a maze of bassinets and point out his baby.

A few (hundred) words of advice to my daughter

Up is down. Day is night. And dogs and cats are playing together. Yes, indeed, my life has been flipped upside down, and I couldn’t possibly be any happier.

Veterans Day a chance to show our true support

On Tuesday, Nov. 11, bands will play, speeches will be read out loud and veterans of most ages, genders, faiths and ethnicities will be celebrated for the one thing they all have very much in common — at some point in their respective lives, they put on a uniform of the Armed Forces of the United States of America and they made a pledge to defend this nation and her allies.

Hey, sometimes life gives you fortune — twice

Who wouldn’t want an extra $25,000 a year? For life.

Well, to be fair, it’s for 20 years, but the name of the game hosted by the Massachusetts Lottery is “Lucky for Life,” so let’s stick with the “life” concept for now. Besides, none of us really know when that final curtain will drop, so 20 years might indeed be a factual statement. In fact, if I could sign a contract right now that guaranteed me another 20 years and...

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