The back of a player’s baseball card should be the sole admission ticket to stand with the game’s greatest players, all of whom were flawed in one manner or another

The powers-that-be in Major League Baseball should do something to make baseball’s Hall of Fame voting sensible and fair.

With the significant calendar flip freshly behind us, I thought not so much about resolutions but instead about what one simple thing we might embrace to help us get on solid footing and make our collective 2024 be all it can be. Looking up.

A Holiday Huddle: Siri, Alexa, Briana, Cortana, and Bixby Dish on Humans.

Socrates nailed it when he famously said, “All I know is I know nothing.” I couldn’t agree more. There are bunches of stuff in life I don’t understand.

It’s tough to lose a childhood hero. Perhaps even more so when, in your mind’s eye, they are — or were — viewed as indestructible. To lose a childhood hero is to lose a bit of your childhood itself.

A 50-year high school reunion is a magical event for a zillion reasons.

The value of good neighbors can’t be overstated. They convey the calmness that comes with someone always having your back who also makes your life just a little bit richer.

More than four decades ago, I was introduced to Jimmy Buffett’s music. I quickly came to understand the appeal of this incredible, timeless storyteller.

Two of my favorite things — porch sittin’ and watching hummingbirds do their thing in the Appalachians …