Columnists

A daughter’s streaming of Netflix’s “Wednesday” calls to mind the 1960s reruns of a columnist’s youth.

Like many men, Ron, a pack-a-day smoker, had gone years without visiting a doctor.

Subconsciously, as has long been the case with Christmas, I may want Thanksgiving to just go away.

And now you will be treated, reader, to the boring column in which I describe the circumstances in which I finally caught Covid-19.

Evidently, there is “a more brotherly mood” abroad in the nation than I had thought.

I have a visual memory of the recipe for oysters Rattray in my mother’s handwriting on a piece of paper tucked into a cookbook.

A failed home repair has a columnist fondly recalling life without running water.

People, it seems, have been voting against their best interests for years, since Reagan proselytized on behalf of trickle-down economics, which turned out not to raise all boats, just yachts.

Cerberus came out of the water last week, formally ending my sailing season.

It was one all-stater and a strong finish for the Pierson girls cross-country team at the New York State championship meet in Vernon.

Notes from a five-night film festival at sea, sponsored by the Turner Classic Movies channel.

A charming upstate downtown can get a guy thinking.