Saturday December 20, 2014
October 23rd, 2014
What is it about natural disasters and irony?
Just as local authorities in Detroit were denying thousands of people access to running water, the bankrupt city experienced an epic downpour. More than 4.5 inches of rain pounded Motown in mid-August, causing $1.2 billion in damage. Three people died, including a 100-year-old woman who apparently drowned in her flooded basement.
Collard greens are "the new kale?" So say some chic eaters, even as some concerned cultural guardians fear a new socio-economic menace: "food gentrification."
Gentrification, simply defined, is when something that you used to buy because it was cheap suddenly turns so fashionable that it is too expensive for its original consumers to afford.
Imagine yourself part of the typical American family. Your household would have, the Federal Reserve reported in September, a net worth of $81,200.
That’s not a whole lot of money. But half of America’s households would actually have less wealth than you do.
We Americans do panic really well.
We could use a few pointers on prudence.
Do me a favor. Turn away from the ceaseless media coverage of Ebola in Texas - the interviews with the Dallas nurse's neighbors, the hand-wringing over her pooch, the instructions on protective medical gear - and answer this: Have you had your flu shot? Are you planning on one?
It's not too soon to state the obvious: At this point, the war against the Islamic State can only be seen as failing.
There exists a government boondoggle that offends conservatives, liberals, environmentalists, oil refiners, cattle ranchers and taxpayers alike. It's not easy to get that kind of Kumbaya going, but the corn-based ethanol program has done it.
Would a Republican takeover of the Senate improve the prospects that an immigration bill will get to President Barack Obama's desk? That theory is making the rounds - and some of the people who oppose the dominant approach to immigration reform are starting to worry about it.
They warned us.
The picture in the paper showed two 60-something women, embracing and kissing, having just been pronounced spouse and spouse.
As I looked at the photo, I felt it: a rumbling, crumbling sound. Earth tremor? Landslide? The arrival of unwanted company?
Miles of farmland, rolling hills and clipped lawns across the state of Maryland, and there's one crop that seems a little sickly this year: the gubernatorial lawn sign.
"Ugh. I just don't know. I can't really decide on anyone I want to vote for," said the woman doing her early morning grocery shopping in Edgewater over the weekend, just three weeks from Election Day.