Cardella

The swords are out

The last presidency that had this rough a start was William Henry Harrison. Harrison died of pneumonia one month after his inauguration. In the case of the Trump administration, the new president has shot himself in the foot so often, our last best hope is that his six-shooter is finally empty and some kind soul has hidden the rest of his ammunition.  

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Extreme kvetching

In days gone by (or if you prefer days of “yore”), there was a radio commentator by the name of Gabriel Heatter.

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Valentine for Fran

I’ve gotten to the point in my life where it’s easier to look back than look forward. A person tends to dwell on regrets at this stage of life.

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Cardella in Wonderland

I found myself following what I thought was a white rabbit, but really was a wrapper with a half-eaten slice of an inside-out pizza that miraculously blew into a trash container near the recreation center in my neighborhood.

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Buddy

It was a small item, even in the local news. You might have missed it. News out of the entertainment industry these days pretty much obsesses about Brad Pitt’s new love interest or the fact that on the Internet you can find a picture of Selena Gomez wearing a thong. Buddy Greco died a couple of weeks ago.

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Cardella: Why Are We Shooting Someone On Fifth Avenue?

In 1967 Norman Mailer wrote a short novel called “Why Are We in Vietnam?” without ever mentioning “Vietnam.” With apologies to the late author, your columnist will attempt to explain why Donald Trump is being inaugurated tomorrow without further mentioning his name. As my wife said to me the last time that I attempted to do anything around the house, “Good luck with that!”

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On This Date

You might not have thought that Jan. 12th was an important date in history. Well, think again.

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Courage

Not too many people read Ernest Hemingway anymore.

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2017

January: The new year begins with another dazzling parade…

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The Last Christmas

Christmas is a special holiday, but for our family the real holiday celebration took place two nights before at my grandfather’s home.

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