I was on another road trip. Not the kind in a car on asphalt. I mean the unreliable road that twists through my memory banks on its way to the Land of Nostalgia. On this trip, I peeked into the “Burt’s Eye View” archives to recall what I was whining about 20 years ago. There were the ...

Hi, Mom! Sunday is Mother’s Day. I’m the kid who made you a mom way back in… well, we don’t need to go into all that. It was so last century. But Tuesday was your 86th birthday. I don’t think you can blame all your gray hair on me anymore. Nature gets the assist. Wasn’t it fun ...

St. Elizabeth Boardman Hospital BLOSE, Stephanie and Andrew, of Kinsman, a daughter May 9 GORE, Aerianna and Alex Pelley, of East Liverpool, a daughter May 9 MARSTELLAR, Emily and John, of Mineral Ridge, a son May 9 SMITH, Gabrielle and Charles, of New Springfield, a son May ...

To paraphrase Mark Twain, “’Tis a terrible death to be punned to death.” Sadly, I came across a new lot of tearable — er, terrible — puns. This is not a judgment call. It said so in bold letters right at the top of the page: “These puns are tearable.” It was one of those ...

Many years ago, poet Robert Frost penned the famous lines, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.” Bob, buddy, I know what you mean. I got lost too. A wrong turn, and wrong turn there, and next thing you know, ...

After 30 years of living in a house in the country, I’ve moved to a small apartment in the city. It’s dorm life all over again, but with bad knees and fewer escapades involving random male stupidity. I grew up in the country, where we boys could run, holler, spit and throw things all we ...