In today’s Sunday business section, I have a byline about murses.
I don’t really know. Does a story about murses have to happen for a reason?
If you haven’t figured this out by now, allow me to explain it: Continue reading
Except it’s not.
I’ve never been a huge genealogy person. I know what I know, and that’s enough.
Maybe I’m scared what a little research might reveal. Maybe I’ll find out some of my relatives were heinous criminals or total weirdo losers.
Or maybe I just don’t care all that much.
But that’s OK. Donald Boyer cares enough for the both of us. Continue reading
Philip Given, who is mentioned in the story, suggested the tot angle months ago.
At every event I attend, I have to find something strange to write about.
This seemed like the perfect strategy to employ Friday at the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg, which is kind of a big deal, if you weren’t aware.
Anyway, no one wants to read a normal story from this event, except maybe the people participating. Continue reading
As some of you know, I’m a huge footie pajama advocate.
Ever since then, I’ve been scouring York County in a search for my fellow footie brethren.
One day last month, I had the hankering for a light-hearted story. Continue reading
Just wanted to share this story that ran last Sunday on the front page.
It’s about naked people.
A few months ago, via Facebook, a man I didn’t know messaged me on Facebook about doing a story on nude models. I kind of giggled.
Let’s be real. Nudity is hilarious, and I can — at times — be the most immature human on the planet. Continue reading