Regional Speech Patterns Travel With You

by Kevin Burton    One fine morning in a restaurant we don’t often go to, in a small town where you better not speed or they’ll fine you for sure (Derby, Kansas), a waitress referred to my wife and I as “yins.”    That is a contraction of “you ones” and it’s a regionalism from …

Glory In My Accidental Hockey Championship

by Kevin Burton    I am …the KING…of fantasy hockey. This was confirmed Saturday, though I never had a doubt.    Genius?  Well I’m not going there. Some will say yes, others no. But this is something many will want to emulate, for sure.    I’m not trying to make other players feel bad, or …

Please Help Support Baseball For Blind Players

by Kevin Burton    In five-plus years I have never asked you readers for anything on Page 7, except for your attention and maybe to suspend disbelief a time or two.    Today’s post is a little different. So what’s gotten into me today? Why am I asking for your help?    Well, you could …

There Is A Method To My March Madness

by Kevin Burton    I can’t imagine a scenario where I am completely immune to the madness.    While you and your office mates filled out brackets last week, that was only a fleeting thought for me. Didn’t come close to working up the enthusiasm. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be found on the …

Yum, Yum, Here’s Some Food For Thought

by Kevin Burton    Just so you know, I did not write these little gems I am going to share today, though I could have.    It’s the kind of smart-alecky stuff that sounds like something I would say, and perhaps I will write my own list like this someday, but for this stuff, not …

Chiefs Haters, Have Some Wings, Get A Life

by Kevin Burton    Here’s my super-cordial, Super Sunday invitation, going out to all you Chiefs hates out there.    You are invited to take all that refs-and-Chiefs bellyaching, and put it in a place where the sun doesn’t shine, namely the Louisiana Super Dome, venue for tonight’s Super Bowl LIX (59)!    You thought …

Taking Uber To Calvin And Hobbes’ House?

by Kevin Burton    I open my Uber app. First thing it wants to know, “where to?”    Good question. Obvious question, logical.    Oh I know exactly where I want to go. And I’m pretty much packed already. Traveling light.    But the thing is…well I don’t, you know, strictly speaking, have an actual …

Catsongs: Music And Cats, Memories And Love

by Kevin Burton    Had I had the mind to write this while she was still alive, my late sister Pat would have loved this series.     It has been more than five months since she died, and reading that “late sister Pat” line above is still jarring and surreal. This is visceral.    Nothing …

Lessons In Life, Death And A Glorious Hope

by Kevin Burton    In a nursing home there is life and there is death. Both are palpable, as ever before. But in all our salad days, we didn’t notice.    We were young, we were strong, energetic and smart. We were even hip, and sophisticated – well not quite sophisticated – but surely driving …

Remembering The Man, Jimmy Carter

by Kevin Burton    Classes let out on the day of Jimmy Carter’s inauguration as the 39th President of the United States. So I watched part of it in the library at the Ohio State School for the Blind in Columbus.    Carter and his wife Rosalynn famously got out of their limousine and walked …