CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Why Did April Spring Become July Fall?
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO It always amazes me what you can learn from reading. Here…
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CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: ‘O-bah-keh’ Continues to Taunt and Tease
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO [“Live by the sword, die by the sword.” Vin Scully, the…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Remembering Bad Old Days = Good Old
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO [I.D. #53-1-C: What follows may be inappropriate for anyone who likes…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Looking Too Far Ahead Can Be Worrisome
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO If you’re a successful lawyer, what happens when 10% of your…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Boiler-Room Calls Still Roil Nerves
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO Sig alert! Call the sheriff! No, scratch that. I don’t think…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: When It Rains, It Pours: Good & Bad
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO Morton Salt once had a clever slogan, “When it rains it…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Saxophone + Strawberries = Satisfaction
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO Civil (left) rightists, community activists and concentration camp advocates don’t have…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Sometimes the Darndest Thing Can Happen
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO “Es todo?” The question is asked prayerfully. “Yes, that’s it,” the…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Mother’s Day Comes and Goes But Remains
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO Listening to Artie Shaw’s rendition of “Temptation” (You came, I was…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: With No Other Choice, I Talk to Myself
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO “A creature of habit to the nth degree, [my] daily routine…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: Enigmatic ‘O-bah-keh’ Continues to Baffle
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO Bulletin. Breaking news. Get David Ono on the line (I’ll bet…
CROSSROADS TO SOMEWHERE: I Want to Report a Robbery
By W.T. WIMPY HIROTO I’ve been robbed! Sort of. Maybe not the most heinous of…