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The View from Mudsock Heights: The Exciting New Flying Car -- Invented in the 1950's

By Dennis E. Powell | Jul 07, 2012 at 3:56 PM

Persons of sufficient age will remember how, 50 or so years ago, we looked forward with excitement to a truly remarkable future. There were from time to time world’s fairs which demonstrated how things would soon be. We couldn’t wait to get there.

Boom and Bust

By Timothy R. Butler | Jul 05, 2012 at 4:32 AM

The night is filled with the pop-pop-pop and occasional, ever satisfying thud of fireworks. For someone who has spent every Fourth of July with a punk in his hand since he was old enough to shoot off fireworks, those sounds seem a bit out of place tonight. None of them were coming from my fireworks.

The View from Mudsock Heights: It’s a Delicious Cereal! No, It’s a Packaging Material!

By Dennis E. Powell | Jun 03, 2012 at 5:06 AM

Have you ever stopped to watch ”” really watch ”” cereal commercials on television? My favorites are those aimed at children. The punchline is always “part of this complete breakfast,” which is accompanied by a picture of a breakfast setting that would be no less complete if the cereal disappeared entirely. The cut up fruit and the eggs and bacon and toast and glass of milk do not really need little orbs of puffed sugar with a crunchy sugar coating to fulfill their nutritional aspirations.

It’s A Different Kind Of Window, But It’s Still Closing

By Jason Kettinger | May 29, 2012 at 4:57 AM

By now, regular readers of my sports columns here know my schtick: I say something provocative, make a prediction about an upcoming contest that is completely, utterly wrong in retrospect—thank you Patriots, Steelers, and Miguel Cotto for nothing—and we talk about the thing behind the thing.

The Summitt of the Game

By Jason Kettinger | May 01, 2012 at 3:02 AM

Sports and sports journalism are replete with overwrought praise, military imagery, and hero worship. I get that. I’m a theologian; when the excesses of this sort of thing get really out of hand, few feel worse about it than me. But I’ll take the risk now, and I won’t dare try to be objective. Pat Summitt is the reason women’s college basketball matters, and why it matters to me.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Tiny Chance is Better than No Chance at All

By Dennis E. Powell | Apr 21, 2012 at 4:30 AM

A few years ago a lady of my acquaintance, the wife of a colleague, suffered terribly from arthritis. The only thing that was effective at relieving her pain was a product called Vioxx.

Cotto Will Win, Tainting “The Fight”

By Jason Kettinger | Mar 22, 2012 at 5:47 AM

On the very day that nice guy and legendary trainer Angelo Dundee — in the corner with Ali, Foreman, and Sugar Ray Leonard — died, it was announced that the troubled fighter with arguably the fastest hands in all of boxing, Floyd Mayweather, Jr., has been licensed to fight in Las Vegas on May 5 against Miguel Cotto. Cotto, whose only real loss is to the best fighter in the world, Manny Pacquiao (54-3-2, 38 KO), will fight Mayweather (42-0, 26 KO). And so the third-best fighter will fight the second-best, while the world of boxing waits and hopes for Pacquiao-Mayweather.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Godspeed, Father Marty, on Your African Adventure

By Dennis E. Powell | Mar 04, 2012 at 10:13 PM

The first time I met Father Marty he was sweeping the hallway near the entrance of the parish hall behind his church, Christ the King. He greeted me warmly. It could be that he knows other greetings, but a cordial welcome with a genuine smile is the only kind I’ve ever seen. It is engaging, coming as it does from this white-haired, white bearded fellow, not tall but a little stout, who had he chosen a different career might have been Santa Claus or maybe even a leprechaun.

The Music Files: Karma

By Jason Kettinger | Feb 24, 2012 at 4:58 PM

In my last installment, I threatened to let an ‘80s teen idol return to rock us. It was difficult to acquire the material for my subject until I found our friends at Spotify. In any case, I knew that I’d heard things I liked from an artist one might be tempted to dismiss: Rick Springfield.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Brief Case for Smoke-Filled Rooms and Meaningful Political Conventions

By Dennis E. Powell | Feb 08, 2012 at 7:22 AM

It’s only January, but if you’re like me you’re already sick of the election which is still more than nine months away. Our political system is in permanent campaign mode. But we’re not selecting a president, we’re selecting a celebrity. It’s not something we can afford to do this time around.

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