Whatever happened to the humble but loveable handkerchief? I don’t mean the fancy square of silk decorating a suit jacket, nor the monogrammed Sunday handkerchief that showed up under Christmas trees. I’m talking about a big ol’ pocket rag meant to mop sweat and carry snot. For us ...
The mending pile is where good clothes with small problems go to die. It’s like prison for pants — you might see them again in three to five years. Most serve a life sentence. “Sweetheart, can you fix this hole in my pocket?” I called out from the bedroom. “Quarters keep rolling ...
Editor’s note: Humor columnist Burton Cole’s father, Frank A. Cole Jr., passed away peacefully Tuesday at the age of 89. Today, Cole is rerunning a column that was published Feb. 1, 2015, as a birthday present to his father. Today my dad celebrates his 82nd birthday, and I think it’s ...
Punctuation can get you punched. It doesn’t matter if it’s good punctuation or bad. I’ve irked people using either. There was the time that I was suckered into working on a group project to produce a document. They brought brains and ideas. I fixed the commas and apostrophes. “An ...
The Road Runner foretold my future. In the classic Warner Brothers cartoons of my childhood, whenever the Road Runner said, “Beep-beep,” an anvil crashed on Wile E. Coyote’s head. “Beep-beep” also preceded the coyote plunging off a cliff, getting smashed by a train or blowing up on ...
I miss my brain. I recall a time when I didn't need to write lists and paste sticky notes to my forehead to remember things. I think I remember that. Maybe I read it somewhere. Adulting does that to a person. As a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up so that I could do whatever was on my mind, ...
