THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury The late Will Rogers claimed that all he knew, he read in the newspapers. My aged Uncle Mort–whose routine includes puttering down the lane to the general store most days–still is an avid reader. However, he is not one claiming to read from “kivver to kivver,” like his parents before him. Most of

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury Before football coaches have gone any distance in the minefield-laden careers they’ve chosen, they learn that the welcome mat–so warmly extended before their first game–often is jerked away before there’s time to leave a footprint. Finally deciding to accompany his wife to Europe after breaking promises to do so for decades, one old coach

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury When I began writing weekly more than two decades ago, I informed readers that they could expect occasional recipes worthy of clipping, putting under magnets on refrigerator doors or placing toward the front of recipe boxes. I have failed. Maybe it was because the recipe–offered more than 20 years ago–failed to generate any

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury My aged Uncle Mort sometimes stumbles across what he calls “business opportunities,” not unlike hogs stumbling over acorns every now and again. He claims that an epiphany experienced during a recent Sam’s Club visit has led to his dusting off a rarely-used business card indicating that he is a “consultant.” I’m not sure

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury Far-out occurrences often are illuminated through the miracle of the Internet, sometimes resulting in findings that may, uh, need additional study. Such occurred recently in Dallas, where a homeowner was troubled by skunks who had burrowed their way under the foundation. Then, frustrations increased when the little varmints proceeded to make unwelcome noise with

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury Prayers of university presidents and school superintendents for commencement exercises to be executed as planned often are short-circuited. Some leaders are extremists–the kind who decree that neither blaring air horns nor unseemly yells will be tolerated. Their wish is for “pomp” to be exceeded only by “circumstance.” Often, they experience countless “slips ‘twixt cup

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury Dilemma horns seemed to gore when I contemplated this week’s piece. I could have ridden (written?) off in either direction and still wound up with words to spare. Would I write about what I miss most–sights or sounds–that now seem permanently closeted in yesteryear?  I yearn to ask readers for directions to a place

THE IDLE AMERICANCommentary by Dr. Don Newbury My grandkids might understandably say of me, “Oh, Poppy, you are so yesterday.” And they are so right, clearly on target if they encase me with the “day before yesterday” crowd. Whatever, they often kid me about needless effort expended in simple written communication.  For example, I frequently scrawl the word “okay.” They assure me