Columnists
Al Batt: I was working on degrees in teetering and tottering
We knew little, but we suspected a lot.
We knew little, but we suspected a lot.
It was a fly year.
I slipped the surly bonds of the unfair and leaped like a graceful gazelle onto the county fairgrounds.
I was traipsing down the magically delicious aisles of a grocery store.
I’d turn pro if there was an apologetic league. I can say “I’m sorry” with the best of them.
We were as young as we’d ever be.
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. It wasn’t the cat coughing up ...
We’d be stuck for words if it weren’t for the weather.
Ladies and gentlemen, horses and fleas, bowlegged ants and cross-eyed bees, I’ll be home for Father’s Day; it’ll be a breeze.
I’ve never seen it rain cats and dogs, but it’s going to rain when I see the Johnson’s yellow dog chasing the Holland’s black cat.
I’d had an unpleasant experience. The store’s cashier was slow and rude. I tried to overlook his imperfections. We all have bad days, but he ...
Welcome students, parents, teachers and staff of High Falutin High School.
I’d started working a summer job at a large factory.
Spring is right around the snowbank.
A friend grumbled about his bother-in-law.