Hating the Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax.

Hating the Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax.

The subject of criminal rehabilitation was debated recently in City Hall. It’s an appropriate place for this kind of discussion because the city has always employed so many ex-cons and future cons.

Forty years ago, we were on the tail of the Front Page era. There was a different point of view. Reporters and editors were more forgiving of public people. They didn’t think they had to stick someone in jail to make a career.

Whether one eats a cat or not is a personal choice, and I don’t want to sway anyone one way or another. But if you do, there is one obvious cooking tip: Always remember to remove the bell from the cat’s collar before cooking.

It’s been my policy to view the Internet not as an ‘information highway,’ but as an electronic asylum filled with babbling loonies.

I never went to a John Wayne movie to find a philosophy to live by or to absorb a profound message. I went for the simple pleasure of spending a couple of hours seeing the bad guys lose.

God tipped the country and all the fruits and nuts rolled west.