by Ken Carman Old Forge, NY, library... I sit type... type... typing... this column, and then a gentleman strikes up a conversation with me: apparently one of our more extroverted neighborhood…

by Ken Carman  Hillary, what the hell were you, or your advisors thinking? Or were you thinking at all? It's not like you've never had to apologize, or say "it…

(Nam says, "Don't forget the last guy promised the vice was told he would run the nation while Trump checked in occasionally.")