To paraphrase Mark Twain, “’Tis a terrible death to be punned to death.” Sadly, I came across a new lot of tearable — er, terrible — puns. This is not a judgment call. It said so in bold letters right at the top of the page: “These puns are tearable.” It was one of those ...

Many years ago, poet Robert Frost penned the famous lines, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.” Bob, buddy, I know what you mean. I got lost too. A wrong turn, and wrong turn there, and next thing you know, ...

After 30 years of living in a house in the country, I’ve moved to a small apartment in the city. It’s dorm life all over again, but with bad knees and fewer escapades involving random male stupidity. I grew up in the country, where we boys could run, holler, spit and throw things all we ...

Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but now that summer nears, I’m going to get back in shape. Oh, you’ve heard that one before have you? Well, I mean it this time. No seriously. Ah, c’mon, that wasn’t supposed to be the humorous part of this column. I started yesterday. Well, ...

Because I value continued learning, I eagerly studied a series of nature documentaries the other day. One of the episodes featured a rabbit, a duck and a befuddled hunter. “It’s rabbit season!” the black drake spluttered. “It’s duck season!” the gray bunny countered. Duck: ...

Things had been slow around the farm. “You’re always slow,” Cousin Ollie chided. I glared. But Ollie didn’t notice since he was jumping three or four paces ahead of me, as usual. “I don’t run unless a bear’s chasing me. And since there aren’t any bears in our ...