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I never loved the game of golf, mostly because it never loved me, no matter how earnestly I embraced it.Continue Reading
I slumped in line at Starbucks during my morning coffee break, desperate for my ritual fix of caffeine needed toContinue Reading
A guy has to respect when his eyes behold a tall, well-built, talented, and maddeningly handsome man who also seems genuine and is not a total asshole.
My name is Edmund K Saunders, and I love bacon. There, I said it. Now I can dispense with allContinue Reading
It’s the time of year where obligation drags us to parties we could easily have blown off in April. It’sContinue Reading
The one who started it all. The Dick of all Dicks, Dick Cheney. “Hello underlings, I am a DICK, andContinue Reading
To be fair, I was only a teenager when I went to a Halloween party in black face. I didn’tContinue Reading
Back in those heady days, it was the robber barons and me. Rockefeller, Carnegie, Vanderbilt, Morgan and Edmund K SaundersContinue Reading
Those four words. They grip our minds like bigots fervently applauding an immigrant-blaming dog-whistle; like flies drawn to the malodourousContinue Reading
(Written December 2013) This time of year it’s hard work fending off despondency because of the dreary weather. From OctoberContinue Reading
It has been said they are man’s best friend, but since my teens I’ve had a love-hate relationship with dogs.Continue Reading
I had unusual career aspirations when I was a kid. The first career I ever remember being thrilled about inContinue Reading
There’s something about bacon that keeps bringing me back to meat. Throughout my life I’ve had many solid stints ofContinue Reading
Margaret Wente, a columnist for one of Canada’s national newspapers, wrote an article about seven sacred cows that she deemedContinue Reading
The other day I was running really late to my kung fu class, which I help instruct, and I hadn’tContinue Reading
