Carl Pettersson wasn’t the only winner at last week’s Wyndham Championship, only the most obvious. While the strapping Swede who was a Whirlie for two years and a Wolfpacker for four took home the big bucks and the Sam Snead Cup, there is a long list of winners who may rightly bask in his reflected glory.

When the news broke last Tuesday that Ron Suskind’s new book, The Way of the World, offered the most conclusive proof yet that Bush and Cheney had committed crimes that were clearly impeachable, my first thought was, “This it it. This is the bombshell that even a gutless Congress, compliant media and apathetic electorate cannot possibly ignore. Even with less than three months before the election, the House Judiciary Committee will have no choice now but to draw up the Articles of Impeachment against them.

Sometimes you’ve just got to save yourself. Today, Sunday, I did just that. It’s something I almost never do, but it came down to a matter of self-preservation, so I did it. I trashed a column. Got about 200 words into it and dumped that sucker in the slush file.

There is something very peculiar leftward, that the pendulum is swinging toward change and about this presidential he represents the status quo, that the stars campaign. I’m not are aligned against him, so this is his tactic talking about the of last resort.

The Big “O” 2000, here’s the short version: “President” George W. Bush. Or the shorter version: the Duh.

You hear it every four years without For the truth is that there are no fail. In fact, I'm quick fixes. The problems may not be not sure you can insurmountable, but we're looking have a presidential at planting seeds that may not bear election without both fruit for a couple of generations.

You hear it every four years without fail. In fact, I'm not sure you can have a presidential election without both candidates droning on in clichéd fashion about how "this is the most important election of our lifetime."Blah blah de ding dong blah.

Looks like Charlton Hestonro;s cold, dead finger wonro;t have to be pried from around the trigger of his gun after all. The US Supreme Court saw to that in its landmark June 26 decision.

Looks like Charlton Heston's cold, dead finger won't have to be pried from around the trigger of his gun after all. The US Supreme Court saw to that in its landmark June 26 decision.

It's been a rough stretch lately. Between a summer cold that will not fade away, two yard sales, a wedding and a change of residence that took two full days and three moving-van loads (not counting the packing and never-ending unpacking), I'm a whipped puppy.

Last Tuesday's coverage of the merciful end of the interminable primary season - and the three candidates' speeches - had the vicarious feel of being at a rock concert. McCain was the local act trying to break into the big time

Long before I made a cottage industry out of Bush-bashing, one of the preferred targets of this column was the Greensboro News & Record.

With enemies like George W. Bush, who needs friends? Thank you, Duhcider, thank you. You may have just lost the election for your flunky, Senator Magoo.

Rummaging through some boxes in my garage in preparation for a yard sale, I came across an item that swept me back about 20 years. Actually, being the pack rat that I am, there were more than a few that brought back memories

This weekend Janet and I will be making our final move. All the pieces somehow fell in place; all the contracts were honored, the loan went through, the checks cleared. None of the potential deal-breakers proved insurmountable, all the obstacles were overcome.

Last Tuesday's coverage of the merciful end of the interminable primary season - and the three candidates' speeches - had the vicarious feel of being at a rock concert.

Rummaging through some boxes in my garage in preparation for a yard sale, I came across an item that swept me back about 20 years. Actually, being the pack rat that I am, there were more than a few that brought back memories, but this one stood out. It was a decal of a peace symbol in front of an American flag bisected by a lightning bolt. Around the circumference was the phrase, "All good things in all good time."

As of next Monday there's going to be a gaping hole on my radio dial, a hole in my morning schedule on Tuesdays and every weekday thereafter a hole in my heart. My pal Dusty Dunn has decided to hang up the spurs. After a mere 45 years behind a microphone, for some odd reason he's decided to ride off into the sunset.

With enemies like George W. Bush, who needs friends? Thank you, Duhcider, thank you. You may have just lost the election for your flunky, Senator Magoo.