I’ve been used to seeing a lot more movies than I have recently, and not just because of the coronavirus — though ‘Rona certainly isn’t helping matters any.
The quarantine is starting to get to me.
This past weekend, I began cleaning dishes. For fun. That has to be one of the first signs of craziness.
In the midst of uncertain times, one of the constants that we depend upon for comfort is that people can and will still come together to help one another.
Whoever decorated Snyder’s Ritz Theatre marquee summed it up perfectly in just five words: The show will go on.
I’ve loved boardgames since I was a very small tyke.
I’m starting to get depressed over all the virus talk so let’s talk sports in this week’s column.
I eat out a lot.
That is to say, except for an occasional bowl of cereal or snack, the vast majority of my meals come from restaurants.
In high school, I got a certain perverse thrill each time I got sent to the office for wearing one of my 10K run T-shirts.
So what does a sports editor do when there are no sports?
The day the sports world stopped.
It’s weird to think that while the rest of the world is in a panic over the Coronavirus, the sports world has fallen dormant.