I was a big fan of the comic strip “Shoe,” about a bunch of birds who worked at a newspaper. Naturally, a lot of the strips hit home for me, a guy who has spent close to 40 years working in one newsroom or another.
I filled out my Census form over the weekend, and I’m not ashamed to admit I was excited about it. I like the Census. It’s fair. At least once every 10 years, everybody in America is equal. We all count the same. One.
I know we’re all consumed with Coronavirus news right now, but I saw an article last week about an asteroid that is expected to pass near the Earth next month, and all I can think about are movies like “Deep Impact” and “Armageddon.”
Twice a year – when we start daylight saving time and when we end it – we have a conversation in this country about leaving our clocks alone. This time of year, people like to complain about how losing an hour of sleep in the spring messes them up. In the fall, people complain about how dark it is so early at night.