To keep yourself vital, find your way to a barber shop to talk to people of all stripes and persuasions, writes J.P. Devine.

The new iPhone X, with facial recognition software, puts more pressure on appearances, technologically speaking, writes J.P. Devine.

On the occasion of his entry into the world, his mother sweetened her palate with a swig of the soft drink, forever making Dr Pepper the toast of his birth, writes J.P. Devine.

Teachers are more valuable than ‘a dime a dozen,’ despite what the governor says, and each deserves an apple for the differences they make in our lives, writes J.P. Devine.

Believing he was to be honored with a plaque by the Morning Sentinel, J.P. Devine ups the ante for next year — and it’s not just tiny Swedish meat balls.

Amid myriad leaks emanating from the Oval Office of 45 involving consumption of the sun by snakes or dragons, J.P. Devine reveals sure-fire ways to handle the celestial event.

A memoir of a Broadway star, a cabaret singer, and the New York haunts of actors and dancers in halcyon days gone by, writes J.P. Devine.

From Spanish galleons to widow’s walks on the coast of Maine, there’s always something that makes you change course, J.P. Devine writes

Trump’s new communicator is giving the White House a Gambino family look as the house of ’45’ resembles the cast of a movie cast written by the Coen Brothers, writes J.P. Devine.