In which this scamp toasts some good friends
January 10, 2020
It's early Wednesday morning and I'm wrapping things up. Ordinarily, I've written this headache by Monday night and then I can breathe a sigh of relief.
Or, just swear at myself.
I hate this column.
It will be the first to go once I downsize. When you write a straight piece for the front page, you're not sharing personal thoughts or making reckless comments that will surely tick somebody off.
I like people.
Friends are good.
Enemies are bad.
I hate having to avoid some people who still harbor thoughts of doing great mayhem to my scrawny body.
That happens when, by my count, I've written ove...