The Weekly Curmudgeon

This week, we welcome a new guest complainant, author Debby Dodds (see her bio at the bottom of this page), offering a grocery store...

"I just believe that most people are basically good at heart," said the woman who was presently sharing her ideas about how to get along...

I was out with friends at a bar the other night. Please don't look so shocked. I do have friends and I do occasionally socialize. Not...

Life, dear readers, is chock full of mysteries. I still haven't figured out why hotels insist on putting the coffee pots in the...

"The black man in America is the most-copied man on this planet, bar none. Everybody wanna be [black], but nobody wanna be [black]."...

Women, you may want to step outside for this one. It could get ugly. . . . Are they gone? All right. Now, guys, I don't know who it was...

Sir, I really don't want to listen your whistling. I really don't. I understand that your heart is so happy that you feel inspired to...

Throughout the works of Shakespeare (William, that is, not Ralph), we see countless examples of characters verbally sparring back and...

I often wonder how it is that someone with a glaringly obvious lack of writing talent acquires a position as . . . a writer. For some...

I miss the simpler times. Phones made phone calls. Cameras took pictures. Maps showed where things were. And everyday transactions were...

Happy Monday, all. Here's another repeat appearance of one of my favorite pieces from last year. Not to worry, I have plenty of new axes...

Once again, a busier-than-usual schedule has led me to re-run one of my favorite columns from last year. For newcomers to this blog, this...

The Curmudgeon is busier than usual, so I've decided to re-run one of my favorite columns from last year for those of you who hadn't yet...

Well, dear readers, by some unforeseen miracle, we've managed to drag ourselves—scarred, singed, bruised, bitter, and utterly...

There's an inherent dishonesty in the agonizing stretch of time we Americans call "the holidays." It starts with Thanksgiving, a day...

I sigh in despair as I begin this week's re-enlightenment, because once again, it's difficult to believe I have to explain such things....