Oh, please. No more. The places on Earth where you can actually find peace and quiet are already dwindling down to inches. Now this? Cell phone makers are on the verge of technology that would allow airline passengers to talk all flight long?Where's the oven? I want to stick my head in it.See whether this sounds familiar. You get on a plane. You settle into your seat. You open a travel magazine. You begin to drift off, thinking of the places you are about to visit, the people you are about to see, and . . .
You don't yell "fire" in a crowded theater, and you don't yell "coward" on a football team. Not your own team. Not in public. Matt Millen knows that. He did it anyhow. "I knew it was trouble a nanosecond after I said it," he admitted. But once the words were out of his mouth, there was no grabbing them back.
Hang on. Let me get this straight. An NFL player, late in the game -- and it's a close game, and it's "Monday Night Football" -- asks the trainer for a pen, stuffs it in his sock, goes out and catches a touchdown pass, then pulls the pen out of his sock and signs the football for a man in the stands who happens to be his financial adviser. And I'm the one who doesn't get it?Sorry. I don't think so. You can call me square, flat, unhip, old-fashioned, old-school, no cool or dull. When writing utensils become part of your football gear, things have gone too far.
How could someone do that?" a friend of mine asked. "How does someone get so sick?"He was talking about the sniper who has been systematically killing innocent people in Maryland and Virginia, stalking them in their everyday acts, then shooting them as they put gas in their car or mow their lawns."He's jut picking them off, like target practice," my friend said. "He kills one, then he goes and kills another! What could possibly make a person that twisted?"
Here's one big reason the Tigers made a smart move in hiring Alan Trammell: We like him. All of us media types, print, TV, radio. And if we like him, he'll get the benefit of the doubt, and the team will get better press, and the hammer might come down on this hapless franchise in August instead of April. Hey. When you're flailing as badly as the Tigers, that's smart business.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
