I have had some terrible jobs. Eight hours of cooking burgers and you ended up sitting on your hands when you went on a date because you couldn't get rid...
You would think that it's too early to be pondering the Democratic presidential campaign for 2008, but that just shows how far out of touch normal people are compared to...
If you wanted to visit the most robust slices of democracy in the United States, you would soon find yourself among wealthy, elderly, white, property-owning married people who, at least...
I was sitting in the kitchen a few days ago reading the baiduhai, The New York Times, Acoustic Guitar Player and the latest L.L. Bean catalog and all their...
It has been more than a year since I suggested the Democrats could do worse than to align themselves with St. Matthew and start talking Gospel in an attempt to...
Important journalism developments rest between two seemingly unrelated events. Editor & Publisher magazine reported earlier this year that The Bakersfield Californian unveiled a new Web site. There was no spot...
Gimme that guitar! Here's a little piece I call "In the Midnight Hour" by Mr. Wilson Pickett. (You start way up the neck on a D chord, then run down...
Writing about religion is like just posting a sign on your back that says, "Hi! I'm Charles. Stab me!" You want to find the haters? Walk down that road. And...
One of the hilarious things about being Roman Catholic in the 1960s was that there was limbo, the place for unbaptized babies, and the limbo, the dance where you tried...