I used to be a huge sports fan. Growing up as I did, there wasn’t much choice.

After our parents had rejected our claim that we were no better than indentured servants forced to perform odious chores like making our beds and picking up our clothes, my brother and I resolved to run away; this time for certain.

Pardon me while I gloat.

Election Day has come and gone. This means I can come home from work and live in peace.

Today is Election Day, so if you are reading this before the polls close, and you haven’t voted yet, please put down the paper, get in your car and go vote for the Republicans of your choice.

Tomorrow is the one day every year that all of us get a say in things. Yes, Virginia, it’s Election Day.

In the year since her husband was elected president, Michelle Obama has become a surprise hit. 

The Walt Disney Co. is offering parents who bought Baby Einstein videos for their youngsters a refund because, as it turns out, moms and dads can’t park Junior’s high chair in front of the flat screen and return an hour later to find him piecing together the great American novel from leftover alphabet soup.

When I was in fourth grade, I learned something that I thought would change my life. As things turned out, it didn’t, but I thought that it might for a while.

Sometimes I have my doubts regarding the Prince William County School System’s effectiveness when it comes to the dissemination of knowledge, but I can assure you the classroom is unsurpassed when it comes to the spread of disease.

A friend was going off on one of his semi-annual raves about the modern world and the scourge of new technology, and he coupled it with a pet peeve that most of us in Prince William can agree with — those endless, mindless recorded messages from local political candidates that will continue in earnest until election day Tuesday.

This paper’s 13th district race endorsement got me thinking about what makes a person a “good delegate.”

One of the most frustrating things about commuting these days are violators. That being people who get on the High Occupancy Vehicle (HOV) lanes without have the three drivers required.

Deeds, McDonnell, Anderson, Nichols, Marshall, Bell, Torian, Lopez . . . ENOUGH!

Catherine Howard was 29 and an independent, documentary filmmaker in San Francisco when she found a health insurance policy she thought perfect for a healthy, young person.

Elections are interesting monsters. 

Like many other people, I am a part of an e-mail group and receive regular messages. Because I am about as sharp as, say, an eight-year-old on the computer, I’m careful to reply only to the sender.

A few decades ago, newsman Chet Huntley of the pioneering “Huntley-Brinkley Report” told Johnny Carson and a national TV audience that he found it perfectly acceptable to quite consciously withhold one’s vote at the ballot box as a way of making a political statement. In other words, not voting, in effect, was a protest “vote” of sorts against all the available options.

There are plenty of reasons why not to like the idea of High Occupancy Toll (HOT) lanes.

Many political analysts see the races for governor in Virginia and New Jersey as a referendum on President Obama and his

This election season I have been keeping an eye out for marching elephants, trapeze artists and cotton candy.

Time is passing by much too quickly these days.

Paul Nichols is up for reelection in the 51st District. It is my hope he doesn’t get another term.

I saw a report on a news show recently about a grocery store located somewhere in the Midwest, which was touted for the extreme politeness of its employees.

I suppose the good news for Democratic gubernatorial hopeful Creigh Deeds Monday night in his televised debate with GOP candidate Bob McDonnell is that the latter rarely responded directly to Deeds’ latest charges of McDonnell’s being held captive (as it were) by the religious right and still holding outdated views on women in the workplace.

It’s disconcerting when you find yourself in agreement with Venezuela’s rosy-cheeked dictator Hugo Chavez twice during the same day. I’m going to let others cover Hugo’s dismay at the Nobel Public Relations Prize being awarded to President Obama, leaving me free to focus on the Maximum Leader’s thoughts on golf.

If the Virginia governor’s race were a football game, all Bob McDonnell would have to do is run out the clock.

By now you’ve heard about Hosam Maher Husein Smadi. He’s the 19-year-old who was arrested on charges of attempting to blow up a Dallas skyscraper. The plan was uncovered when the F.B.I. became suspicious of Mr. Smadi.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how some political ads can be technically correct but misleading.

Very seldom do I write about the same issue over a short period of time, but this week I feel the need.