Today's Opinions

Those of us in the Class of ‘63 are celebrating a significant birthday this year, the one that ends in 5. We represent the last whimper of the war babies, conceived with rationed gas and sugar stamps or on a desperate furlough when it seemed the war would never end.

Next year the first line of Baby Boomers descend on Medicare, and the whole world will pause to pontificate. The cover of Time magazine will announce the beginning of a new era, “60 Minutes” will reflect, and the Internet will explode with stories from the sublime to the ridiculous.

What is your definition of perfect?

This past weekend was perfect as far as the weather goes. Who could not get used to days like that? But what makes something perfect? Sometimes perfection can be arbitrary. What might be perfect to me might not be perfect to you.

Last Tuesday night in the Alamo Dome in San Antonio a basketball team did something that was perfectly perfect, again.

Former U.S. Speaker of the House of Representatives Tip O’Neill was the kind of Democrat that gives Democrats a good name.

He was strong-willed, a bit gruff and totally committed to the people who sent him to office year after year.

Although he was in charge of the House during the Reagan administration and often served as counterbalance to his conservative president’s agenda, there is one sentence, one singular idea, that will probably long outlive O’Neill’s legislative record.