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Today is the 222nd anniversary of the ratification of the Bill of Rights, the first 10 amendments to the U.S. Constitution that guarantee so many freedoms from government excess that we often take for granted.
We have traditionally had two inescapable realities in life: death and taxes. Well, you can add to that list: death, taxes and fees. Fortunately, this past week at least one kind of fee was said to be improperly levied. It’s one charged to you for keeping tabs on your government.
Thanksgiving hadn’t even come! But still, nearly a week ago, I could already say that I had lost my membership in the Holiday Kindness to Others Club.
I was 4 ½ years old when I delivered my first news report.
At this time of year it’s quite natural for people to start thinking about the spiritual.
Everybody loves veterans. But it often isn’t easy to be a veteran.
It was my first real glimpse of Arizona that wasn’t through an airliner window. And even though over the years much of it has become obscured, I hope somehow it is preserved and removed to a place where it can continue to welcome wide-eyed and wondering children to their new home.
Halloween is still a few days away, but the big holiday news in the East Valley this week is that downtown Tempe’s annual New Year’s Eve block party is going to be back in its blockbuster glory.
Long before the 20-second sound bite was even a gleam in CNN founder Ted Turner’s eye, Cliff Hillegass began serving the needs of the impatient, the overwhelmed, the confused, or just in a hurry among us all.
All kinds of people nationwide have been saying for a while now Arizona is going to, well, the infernal regions, but a University of Hawaii study is actually predicting it.
I know who’s ultimately at fault for the government shutdown. It isn’t the Democrats. It isn’t the Republicans.
I am writing about how Mark Scarp’s column “Dodgers’ postgame dip a lack of manners” (Tribune, Sept. 22) was insightful to me.
Last week’s column about the Los Angeles Dodgers taking a dip in the Arizona Diamondbacks swimming pool after beating the local team to win their division elicited some backlash from a reader who thought I should be dealing with weightier subjects.
I don’t usually write about sports, and you can all relax, because I’m not going to today.
Valley TV sloganeers are not what they used to be.
Helicopter parents are talked about often these days, but many an overzealous mother or father, who fail to realize that they are often not helping their children but are living vicariously through them, are hardly the products of the current generation.
While I stand at the pump deciding whether my windshield needs cleaning or to wait until after the next monsoon storm, I am often reminded that gauging the reasons gasoline prices go up or down is no science.
When your college-student son or daughter lives somewhere other than your own roof, you certainly have every reason to expect that where he or she lives is a safe and stable place.
When Hollywood film crews headed to Arizona to make movies, the East Valley became a favorite choice, and as a proud Arizonan, I seem to gravitate to films that I otherwise might not choose to see simply because I hope to see somewhere I’ve been.
Vacationers to the Valley often spend part of it in Scottsdale, as the local tourism promotion machine is an impressive one. It’s one of those places that doesn’t require the word “Arizona” after it in conversation. People know where it is, for well or ill.
Dear Mr. President:
What educational goals are exactly being met by holding “Redneck Day” at a high school are uncertain.
The last half of July in the Sonoran Desert is no time to allow people to be in a position to be sickened by our intense summer heat.
Anyone with lingering doubts about the need to complete Loop 202, the South Mountain Freeway — along the edge of the South Mountains to connect the West Valley and East Valley — should have been on Interstate 10 in downtown Phoenix on Thursday.
The painful process of moving forward from disaster