So what's the deal with the letter "W"?
I can't be the first person to notice that it is clearly just two Vs standing beside each other.
It bothers me that when roll call was going on for the original alphabet, two understudy Vs grouped together and have been called a letter ever since.
It's time those 'Vs' fess up and reveal what they are, just a couple common Vs standing too close together!
It would make more sense for two 'U's to pull this shenanigan, since it's called a "double U", not a "double V."
The letter W is a liar and I hate it.
We live in a constantly changing world, don't we? Technology has made life far more interesting â in ways both good and bad â and we are frequently involved in the process of deciding what we want to take part in and what we don't.
There is quite a bit of talk going around about the hot new phrase, "increasing my online presence."
Businesses are saying it: "We need to increase our online presence to reach out to more and more customers."
Organizations are saying it: "We need to increase our online presence to let folks know exactly what we're all about."
It all started last Sunday with a glance in the mirror â so many things start by glancing in the mirror.
If you've seen me lately, you know that I've been "letting myself go," as some people might see it.
Truth be told, I just like my hair long, and I like to have a beard.
So, it's not that I've forgotten to shave, it's just that I like me this way.
But that leads me to the mirror.
When my hair's short and my beard's well-trimmed, I have very little maintenance work to do.
Typically, I get toweled off after a shower and shake my head.
Just had a look at this last week's newspaper and found out I almost missed it.
A next-town-over restaurant was advertising its pie for only $1.99 a slice, which would mean that one pie alone could rake in almost sixteen bucks.
Not bad for February being National Pie Month.
The bad part of having this column published on the last Saturday of the month is that we missed some really neat days to celebrate.
If you asked me back when I graduated high school â just 13 years ago â what the American Dream was, I would have told you, "If you work hard, you'll get what's coming to you."
That was the American Dream of my childhood. We were brought up being told that hard work and determination can go a long way.
Now, it didn't promise us all kinds of wealth or a pain-free life. It was just a way of life.
Even in my short time on this earth â in this country â the American Dream has become skewed.
This past week, I had the privilege of interviewing Nancy Jones, who was retiring as an art instructor following 38 and a half years of teaching at Punxsutawney Area High School.
Thoughts during and following the interview brought to mind the memories of art class and my high school days at Valley Forge High School in Parma Heights, Ohio.
The minute I walked into her classroom, the familiar old smells of clay being molded and tempera paints being used brought me back to those good old days of dabbling in the arts.
It's a phrase I've heard over and over again from well-meaning folks in all sorts of situations: "Don't worry. She'll come along someday."
If you read the headline, I'm sure you've already figured out what this column is about.
With the beloved St. Valentine's very own day approaching, love is in the air, and especially on the television waves.
And you know what, I couldn't be happier for all of those involved in mushy-gushy relationships who choose to celebrate this day â and while that probably came across sarcastically with the "mushy-gushy" addition, I sincerely mean it.
Friday morning, while I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes â after sleeping in knowing that I had a long day ahead of me â there was already a song running through my head.
As is often the case, it was a song that was rather randomly placed in my thoughts, but at the same time, it was also quite appropriate, given the date.
February 1st â Groundhog Eve as those of us who grew up in Punxsy have always known it.
Sometimes, I go through an interesting chain of events to arrive at what I'll be writing about each particular week.
This week, with the temperatures in the single digits and the wind chill dipping into the negative numbers, it was kind of hard not to start thinking about the weather â in particular, how much I dislike
On an unrelated note, I've also been doing a lot of other thinking, mainly surrounding the news of the death of my close friends' father, who made it evident time and again that he cared for me before he was taken away from us far too soon.
In traveling around, we have all found that certain professions and industries have a language of their own, a language that, at times, hopes to exclude us from knowing their inner workings.
This is true in the world of computers.
The only thing here is that most of us who have computers should know the language and why we use it.
Now, if you are really into computer usage, you might want to stop reading at this point because you know it all.