Some people love Donald Trump. Some people, especially around here, hate Donald Trump. Very few people are indifferent. He is definitely one of the most polarizing presidents in history.However, in the interests of national unity, I would like to express a character trait of Trump that all people, whether liberal or conservative, whether rich or poor, can agree is something for which we all should be eternally grateful.

The late Garry Shandling was an enigma. His death two years ago at 66 only deepened the mystery of who he was beneath the brilliant and complicated humor.Shandling’s facial expressions seemed almost detached from the rest of him. His normally hangdog expression would suddenly disappear behind a huge toothy grin. But unlike other people, Shandling’s facial expressions only seemed to hint at what he might be thinking or brooding about at any given moment.

Context is everything.Last week, after Rep. Colleen Hanabusa asked if funding would continue to preserve sites where Japanese Americans were detained during World War II, Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke began his reply by saying, “Konnichiwa.

The heavy, nearly hidden door of artist Paul Mullowney’s Mission District printmaking studio was difficult to find and even harder to open. Once inside the airy ground floor studio, I noticed that Mullowney’s immense printing presses somehow made way for a collection of 20 folding chairs, and a drafting table had been converted into a fruit and cheese snack station.

Last year, Jay Kornegay, who directs the sports book at the Westgate in Las Vegas, took some heat as the baseball season began for saying that the San Francisco Giants were on the decline.He didn’t expect the team to lose 98 games and finish 40 games behind the Los Angeles Dodgers, but they did. In the offseason the Giants traded for a couple of talented veterans, but Kornegay still doesn’t see the team as a title contender this season.

I only have one grandchild, and she can’t talk yet (or do much of anything), but if I had a couple in the vicinity of 12 years old, I expect we’d have the following conversation:Little Jimmy: Grandpa, explain to us again why we’ll never own our own home.Me: That’s not true, Little Jimmy. You can own your own home someday. You’ll just have to move far, far away.Little Susie (starting to cry): But I don’t want to leave my friends and family.

The trouble began when the fuel gauge started flashing while we drove up Mount Diablo. The vistas of the rolling green hills were lovely, but inside, our family flew into an uproar.“Why didn’t we stop?” my husband grumbled. He’s a fill-up-at-a-quarter-tank kind of guy, while I’m the sort to let it ride on empty.When you choose to fill up is a reflection, in part, of who you are and your willingness to push the limits.

Musicians, like prophets, often go without honor in their own lands, and the Dynamic Miss Faye Carol hasn’t spent her time worrying about awards. But when Berkeley, her longtime hometown, declared March 13 “Faye Carol Day” in tribute to her decades of work as an “ambassador of Black music,” the singer came out in her Sunday best.

Sister Lil is the assistant principal at Aidan’s school. For a woman who never had progeny, she sure does know children. On one of my exasperated days, when I had actually calculated Aidan’s math homework, so I knew it was done, and I told him three times that he had to hand in the assignment and he still didn’t turn it in, she smiled and said, “Thirty.

I came home around 9:45 the other night after a long solo trip in the car and announced to my wife that I had made a life-changing discovery.She was watching one of those murder mystery documentaries where one spouse has allegedly killed the other and is on trial. She’s been watching a lot of them lately, which makes me a little nervous. But that’s another story.“What is it?” she politely asked, putting the television on pause.