For the first time in many a moon the evening national news, in this case NBC’s Saturday telecast, had no extensive reporting on the Covid p...

  It snowed Sunday evening January 28, 1973. Forty-nine years ago. The night Gilda and I wed. Not a major snowstorm like that expected ton...

My weekly pickle ball game Tuesday turned into a series of six degrees of separation moments with three new players. Signing in to the recre...

We live in parallel universes. Our society is not simply fragmented. The cleavage runs much deeper. We are polarized. It is not simply a Tru...

  Betty White’s legion of multigenerational fans celebrated what would have been her 100th birthday Monday January 17 had she not passed awa...

The snow forecast for Syracuse, NY, over the next two days calls for 10-12 inches, a mere dusting in Syracusian terms. Syracuse, after all, ...

  I don’t normally tackle the daily crossword puzzle in The New York Times, reserving my grey matter for the paper’s Sunday puzzle and Spel...