After extended Christmas vacations, the commentators of the television world are back to satisfy the needs of news hounds with time on their hands, writes J.P. Devine.
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J.P. Devine: The scent of victory
Does it smell like bacon? Does it have the aroma that accompanies a happy tune? Maybe it’s more a feeling you get from seeing the celebrations that accompany a swing in politics to what you yourself espouse, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: The good, the bad and the ugly in 2019
Everyone, they say, has their own dreams and scripts they favor, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Magic, mourning of the white stuff
After spending many Christmases around the map, it’s easy to appreciate the enchantment of winter in Maine, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P.Devine: The Donald’s letter from Santa’s helper
Flash: Private correspondence from the secretary of a red-suited violator of borders to POTUS 45 has been leaked to the dark forces of the press, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Hope in a big red suit
Make no mistake: Santa Claus, the one who popped a cap off a bottle of Coca-Cola after delivering the presents, is the big fella closest to his heart, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Searching for the next best-seller
J.P. Devine writes that he has second thoughts on his next book, tentatively titled “Everybody I Know Is Dead,” and considers an alternative — or two.
JP Devine: Thanksgivings from birth to now remembered
J.P. Devine lists several notable instances when life has seated him at a variety of tables at Thanksgiving, since 1932.
J.P. Devine: Blue is my favorite color
Not a midnight blue, but a “Blessed Mother Blue,” as Sister Rosanna would say, sweeping into the halls of legislatures and executive offices, including a growing number of women, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Live from Canada
With no cable or internet available in remote Canada, the results of the election have yet to reach J.P. Devine, who is checking out yurts with hot plates should the vote go the wrong way.