Uncle Al’s lengthening downhill slide continues unabated.
Uncle Al tries to save some money on candy—and learns a lesson.
It seems that every step in the aging process happens before it could reasonably be expected.
Standard & Poor’s analysts, along with other industry insiders, say they foresee a Greece exit as 30 to 50 percent likely.
Uncle Al just turned 70, and, because it’s been a while since he last updated folks on his slouch toward mental tapioca pudding, this seemed an appropriate time for a report.
Uncle Al decides to remodel his bedroom, and uses the magic of the Internet to tell the story.
Uncle Al isn’t an exercise guy so it shouldn’t be surprising that he pays little attention to energy drinks. But the other day Uncle Al noticed something in ad for Gatorade.
What really caught Uncle Al’s attention was the list of supposedly down-market edibles to which these unfortunate individuals would have to stoop for sustenance.
When it comes to desserts, there are definitely two kinds of people in the world — and these recipes take care of both. Related: 2010 MinnPost Men Who Cook slide show
Sure, as a concept it’s a great idea to clear out clutter; but that’s simply not realistic. Who would throw away an old map of Minnesota that includes a number of places that don’t exist?
The other night I found a nose flute in a sport coat I hadn’t worn recently. That was puzzling enough: The presence of the two yarmulkes takes the mystery to a considerably higher level of peculiarity.
Your old Uncle Al likes a loony study as much as the next guy. So let’s consider recent British research on eating chocolate at a young age and violent crime.
Last week there was a news report that your old Uncle Al found even more annoying than the endless coverage of the 40th anniversary of Woodstock: General Motors’ new Volt gets 230 miles per gallon!
Now that we’ve had a few days of cold worth feeling smug about (what’s the point of living in a place where you can’t name the senators without an abacus if you can’t at least brag about how inhumanly cold it gets?), I suggest that it is perhaps tim
Unlike the accounts-payable folks at Medicare — who shelled out something on the order of $100 million over the past decade to pay fraudulent claims bearing the ID numbers of dead physicians — the vast MinnPost public knows a dead doctor when it see
The opportunity to help Americans determine whether their doctor is dead brought forth a dramatic increase in the number of Verse or Worseifiers — as compared to the previous challenge, anyway. Read more…
By Al Sicherman
Five odes diverged as you knew they would, and sorry they could not choose them all, Verse or Worse voters did really good, picking the one that — under its hood — included a big-poet roll call. Read more…
By Al Sicherman
Your genial host’s father once confided to him a bit of wisdom that he claimed to have learned somehow from insiders on the vaudeville circuit: The three slowest weeks of the year were Easter, Christmas and Milwaukee.
The Verse or Worse electorate pounced on the chance to choose the best (or at least the most amusing) reason Jesse Ventura should skip the U.S. Senate race and run for president.
The current Verse or Worse contest was something of a change of pace, and it seemed to bring out more entries than usual from both Verse Or Worse aficionados and first-time contributors.