Point of No Return
In the interest of “public health,” a new law was supposed to go into effect in New York City on Tuesday that banned the sale of sugary drinks in containers holding more than 16 ounces. That ban, however, was squashed by New York Supreme Court Justice Milton Tingling, when he blocked the restriction, calling it “arbitrary and capricious.”
So, how has your last 12 months gone?
Hi, I’m Darin. And I’m addicted to Downton Abbey.
We recently had the pleasure of celebrating our ninth anniversary here at the Point.
Though it’s often been stated in this time of outsourcing and buying foreign products that we no longer manufacture anything in this nation, I would argue that’s not necessarily the case.
We’ve all done it at one point or another. There’s something you really want to buy, and the price looks too good to pass up at the time, so you quickly check your balance in your bank account to make sure you have the funds to afford it before pulling the metaphorical trigger.
Disclaimer: If you are in any way a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers or New England Patriots, you might want to look away now. This could get ugly for you.
Headline writing is considered an art in this business. There are those who can pen something so crafty or witty that it just begs the reader to read what’s underneath because it captured the mind’s eye so effectively.
Mike Smith. Mike Nolan. Jack Del Rio. Marvin Lewis. Chuck Pagano. Mike Singletary. Rex Ryan.
Remember those old Etch A Sketch toys?
You would use two clumsy dials in an attempt to manipulate aluminum powder in a way that would create a majestic work of art, deftly maneuvering between the knobs to create horizontal or vertical lines before taking that heroic dive into artistic flair by turning both knobs simultaneously to create — gasp! — a diagonal line.
Christmas is now safely in the rearview mirror, and with a shiny new year in the near future, it’s high time we all begin to look ahead to exciting possibilities and a clean slate.
When the year 2000 struck, and people were gearing up their emergency shelters for the impending apocolypse that was “Y2K,” I was the editor of a weekly newspaper in Shelton, Conn., called The Huntington Herald.
So much to do.
Being in the business that we are, we find ourselves trying to stay on top of what’s going on in the wild, wonderful world of marketing.
If you close your eyes and listen very carefully, it is possible to hear nearly-inaudible cries all around you.
As families gather across these fruited plains to rip each other apart for how they choose to live their lives, eat far too much food and fall asleep on the living room floor with a football game in the background before hurrying off to a department store to engage in fisticuffs with strangers covered in gravy and giblets, it’s probably a good idea to actually take a second and offer thanks.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what sports is all about.
I write this column with the sincere hope that I don’t have to look at Karl Rove or James Carville again for another four years.
So, Hurricane Sandy came, and Hurricane Sandy went.
I was always a sucker for the hero growing up.
As I was watching the first presidential debate last week, there were more thoughts running through my muddled mind than I could ever document.
As I sat down to write this column Wednesday morning, the Baltimore Orioles had already clinched a playoff spot, and were one game behind the New York Yankees in the American League East with one game to play.
Not to alarm anybody unnecessarily, but ...
I stepped into enemy territory the other day.
We have been labeled as living in the “Age of Information.” A huge component of that moniker, obviously, has been our access to the Internet. We can conduct business, send and receive messages, shop for merchandise or music, research topics of interest and watch monkeys in tiny little cowboy hats riding dogs.
By the time this week’s Coastal Point hits the streets, the New York Giants and Dallas Cowboys will have already played the first game of the new season for the National Football League. And, by the time this week’s Coastal Point hits the streets, I will already be happy or miserable with the start of the new season.
“Labor Day weekend.”
Those three little words carry more weight around here than they do in most parts of this great nation.They signify the end of summer vacation for local students, the winding-down of the busy season for many local businesses and the unofficial marker of when we slide into “the second season” — the most wonderful time of all.
I’ve learned quite a bit from our own Bob Bertram over the years. His many years of graphic arts design, combined with his many years of basically studying human behavior, equates to, well, many years.