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or, Stacy Gets Lost In Translation
No matter where you live in the United States, the people around you speak English with a dialect unique to your region. Nobody ever considers their regional speech patterns a dialect; to them it’s just normal speech. It’s the same way that pigs don’t know pigs stink.
But [...]
Although I was looking at my wife as I typed that first line, I could really have been talking to every last female reading this article.
I may be flirting with disaster right now, sharing this key tenet of Guy Code. Hopefully the G.C.E.T (Guy Code Enforcement Team) is [...]
You don’t know exactly how this ends, but you know what’s next.
A joke will ensue and although some will laugh, many will squirm uncomfortably or look appalled, even if they thought it was funny. Why? Because someone might be offended by the stereotypes.
Well of course someone will. That doesn’t mean they’re justified [...]
The U.S. Census Bureau defines the Baby Boomers as those born between January 1st, 1946 and December 31st, 1964. This means those on the front end of the wave are turning 65 this year and many are punching their ticket to Retirementville. But most of us are still plugging away in the workplace.
Being a [...]
Like most Baby Boomers, I don’t view myself as old.
Sure, I’m not part of the singles set, and I’m not going out every night. But then again, after a while, neither do the pheromone-driven singles (or wannabe singles). You don’t have to be “seasoned” to get tired of drink-prowl-blackout-hangover-rinse-repeat. I haven’t done that since [...]
To a little white dog.
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When I was a boy growing up on a farm in central Illinois, I had a lot of dogs. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear my parents were charter members of the Dog Of The Month Club.
I didn’t have these dogs all at once, mind you, but [...]
