Maybe, just maybe this is all the beginning of something positive. There are more and more images surfacing across social and main stream media that appear to provide some hope.
What next, America? Personally, I'm emotionally drained concerning what has unfolded across our country following the death of George Floyd, an African-American man who died last week while in police custody in Minneapolis.
Much has been lost, or at least greatly overshadowed at times, in the regular news cycle over the past 2 1/2 months. We owe that, of course, to the daily deluge of information tied to the pandemic.
Usually, summertime is a great time for blockbuster movie releases. This year, however, promises to be much different.
Since the outbreak of the pandemic, we have foregone our longstanding "Morons of the Month" feature, instead focusing on positive contributions in battling COVID-19.
We're coming up to one my favorite holidays. May 28 is National Hamburger Day, which is always a cause for celebration.
The longer this self-quarantining continues to drag on, the more I am finding myself revisiting an old friend. Since we spend most of our time these days in some manor of informal lockdown, I have been watching an extraordinary amount of television.
This pandemic thing has obviously affected our lives in numerous ways, ranging from social distancing to self-quarantining, but one area that may not have crossed many minds is that of baby names.