The sleek, gray, maybe mauve stairlift chair has arrived in the Devine household, signaling a journey into the capricious and unknown future.
J.P. Devine
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J.P. Devine: Just the way you are
Change is inevitable and may cause you to see things and people in a different light, J.P. Devine writes.
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J.P. Devine Movie Review: ‘Bombshell’
Film chunks of ‘Madmen’ comedy and great writing.
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J.P. Devine: One night in Waco
A pair of true war stories about two young Americans who served their countries in different ways on cold nights in Waco and Bastogne.
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J.P. Devine: Seeking warmth in people, places
Warmth doesn’t just come from oil and gas and wood, but also from people, from their food, their touch and smiles, J.P. Devine writes.
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J.P. Devine: Don’t scare the nuns
Ringing in the New Year during the blackout days of World War II didn’t stop people from making noise, including J.P. Devine’s brother-in-law, who sat locked and loaded opposite a convent.
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J.P. Devine: Something happened that keeps my children coming home
Children grow up and leave home in a blink of an eye, but Christmas keeps them coming to visit every year, J.P. Devine writes.
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J.P. Devine: A Christmas story about acting and dying
The former Hollywood actor recounts a role from the 1960’s era show “Twelve O’Clock High,” in which he played a pilot who was shot down in a bomber and killed two days before Christmas.
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J.P. Devine: What? Me worry?
A theory about a holy star really being a meteor has J.P. Devine worrying about a large rock now hurtling toward Earth.
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J.P. Devine: Pick your pic
When our time to die comes, J.P. Devine wonders, will others remember you and what photos will they see?