James P. Dewan

Here’s a thought: if the heart is the symbolic representation of Valentine’s Day, instead of serving our lovers chocolate on that ballyhooed holiday of love, perhaps we should be feeding...

Well, that was a surprise: This past Christmas, after a lifetime of lapsed Roman Catholicism, I came to the realization that the Jews are right. I’m not talking about matters...

What with 2018 quickly bleeding out, let's take a moment to reflect on what a year it's been. Wild-eyed "Prep School" cultists such as yourselves will recall that in January...

“Why didn’t I read this two days ago?” you’re wondering at 11:30 a.m. on a crispy Thanksgiving morn, exactly four hours before Madge and the gang come barking at the...

My pervasive Roman Catholic sense of nagging guilt has been drowned out this week by a song that peaked at No. 3 in October 1970. “Green-eyed lady, lovely lad-eh.” Remember that...

“From Duluth to Birmingham/ He's the pork chop Dapper Dan/ He's the keenest ham what am/ Cincinnati dancing pig.” — “Cincinnati Dancing Pig” by Al Lewis and Guy Wood More...

It was the Greek playwright Aristophanes, I believe, who said, “Under every rock lurks some ice cream.” Actually, that may have been my dentist, Dr. Aristophanes L. Throckmorton, D.D.S. The...

Well, it’s pert near Independence Day again. And we all know what that means: It’s the Battle of Baltimore all over again, with your cul-de-sac playing the part of Fort...