When my son Cory was six years old, he was trying to make a point about life after death. He grabbed a box of macaroni from the pantry. With a flourish, he ripped the top off the TV and dumped the contents on the dining room table. He then separated the cheese packet from the noodles. He pointed to the cheese and pasta and said, "There; see, this is like when you die. Your body is just an empty macaroni box. When you dump the noodles and cheese, all you have left is an empty

The June Gloom, which follows May Gray, is real here in Southern California. The weather can affect one's mood, as you possibly already know. It feels like a physical manifestation of the sadness I feel about what has been happening in our country lately. The news has recently focused on several mass murders, an escaped convict who brutally killed three young boys and their grandfather, and countless individuals murdered by people they loved and supposed to protect them from

What I have to say may not resonate with people who like/love guns. I don't care. That stupid adage about guns not killing people and that people kill people pisses me off. Guns kill people. The GOP blames the mentally ill, too many doors, not enough God, "liberal" teachers, wokeness (their stupid made-up word) what a bunch of crap. Innocent people were slaughtered in a grocery store in Buffalo, a church hall in Orange County, CA, on the streets of Chicago (almost every week