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LISTEN UP, PEOPLE! Last week I HANDED YOU GUARANTEED MONEY with the Bills, the Bengals 4th-quarter comeback against the Jaguars, the Ravens, the Lions’ 31-point bloodbath over Chicago, the Cardinals, and the Chargers’ Monday night masterpiece! The week before? I gave you the Eagles who soared over Dallas, the Commanders who bulldozed the Giants, Denver’s
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WEEK ONE IN THE NFL IS OFFICIALLY HISTORY, FOLKS! If you followed my picks, you’re probably BATHING IN CASH right now! All FIVE of my recommended teams delivered the goods—though the Eagles, Bengals, and Vikings nearly gave me THREE SEPARATE HEART ATTACKS before pulling through. The Broncos and Commanders rounded out my PERFECT 5-0 SWEEP!
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The war drums of the NFL are pounding again, and I’m locked and loaded for my annual assault on the sportsbooks. If you’ve ridden with me these past seasons, you know I leave Vegas bookmakers sweating bullets and reaching for their antacids. My picks haven’t just “generated income”—they’ve ripped open the coffers week after bloody
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Today, we talked to our one daughter and grandchildren who live in Minneapolis three different times. Every August, as yellow buses rumble back onto suburban streets, I post my outrage, then scroll to the next distraction. I own stock in companies that manufacture the very weapons I condemn. I vote for perfectly coiffed politicians who
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At age 73, I had a near heat stroke at an outside family event a couple days ago. Suddenly my head was pounding, my heart rate jumped well beyond the norm, my own voice echoed in my ears every time I tried to speak and my blood pressure spiked. Of course, I joked with those
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I still see him stepping off the puddled curb in front of my office—tall, neatly pressed suit, worn leather briefcase in one hand, a faint sheen of Pacific Northwest drizzle curling his collar. He was an actuary, and anyone who’s met one knows they spend their early professional years locked away under the harsh glare
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Ah, we’ve galloped headlong into the Triple Crown Season, folks! Sovereignty strutted his stuff and nabbed the Derby, while Journalism, bless his clumsy hooves, managed to overcome an obstacle course worthy of a circus act to snag the Preakness. I had Journalism pegged as the top dog—er, horse—in both races, and despite his penchant for
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I have made the decision to return to writing daily. Why, you ask? Because I’m uncertain how much longer I have the luxury of doing so. At the ripe age of 73, while in admirable health and among the few septuagenarians who remain blissfully free of prescription medications, I find myself pondering the passage of
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The thought of losing Tik Tok “does not” send a shiver down my spine, knowing that the nonsensical users who may have to adapt to different platforms will brand me as an ignorant fool. You see, I am not blind to the impact of technology and its constant evolution. I know that TikTok stands in
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Twenty years ago I left the rat race of the corporate world behind, I found myself able to indulge in luxuries that were once out of reach during my youth. Cars, family trips, homes and racehorses took up much of my time but before I retired I also had the simple luxury of having the
Old Man Pondering 