EDITOR’S NOTE: Burt is off this week but enjoy this Classic Cole from 2014. I don’t forget things because I’m old. I forget because I know too much. You young pups thought we old fogeys slipped a gear or three. Nope. The brains of us, uh, experienced types must sift through tons more ...

According the great philosopher Anonymous, “Home is where the heart is — even if you can’t remember which box you packed it in.” I’ve been packing boxes and slowly losing my checkbook, keys, underwear and my mind. They’re all in there somewhere — except maybe my mind — and in ...

I’ve been feeling philosophical. As my mentor, Winnie-the-Pooh can attest, it’s an easy trap to trip into. Even a Bear of Very Little Brain can ponder. All that’s required is a comfy chair or a railing to lean upon while the fluff between your ears floats freely about the ...

This is it — 2024 is the year that I’m going to drop to a muscular 180 pounds, run a marathon and find the cure for the common cold. I’d also like to buy a Corvette and win $1 million, but I’d better not add those to the list. I don’t want to turn into one of those annoying ...

Just one more day! And then it’s Christmas. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Then everyone can stop being so grouchy and snarly, take off the shopping helmets and shoulder pads, stop burning through screens, quit sentry duty against porch pirates and finally GET SOME SLEEP. Then we all can return to ...

The gift showed up two weeks early — and transported me six decades into Christmases past. The package came from longtime buddy Tom. I tore through the wrapping paper. As soon as I saw them, I recognized those 3-inch-by-2.5-inch hunks of metal like old friends. It was a Christmas nearly ...