Instead of a messy death, entrapment between screen and window is the preferred method J.P. employs, despite what his younger daughter says.
J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: It’s June in Waterville and time for a wedding
With the month and summer busting out all over, only a week remains to get the wedding caravan rolling, get the flowers, rent the tux and bake the cake, writes J.P Devine.
J.P. Devine: Dining al fresco courts disaster
After all, writes J.P. Devine, who knows when you’re going to catch a wind-blown, mustard-covered napkin in the face?
J.P. Devine: What’s your sign?
What message did the stars, the planets, the sun and moon have for Howard Schulz, the CEO of Starbucks, on May 29 when his stores closed so his employees could have a lesson on racial bias, writes astrology-addicted J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Is that you, Zoe?
The cleaners at restaurants seem to have less time to chat with customers and tend to their chores like quiet ghosts until opportunity beckons, write J.P. Devine.
First impressions captured in a drawer full of snapshots
Meeting your significant other’s relatives while in character from a play you’re appearing in can lead to some interesting reactions, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Leaving me flowers after my procedure? Ask for Loretta
A natural fear of hospitals, a wary eye toward contracting infection on visits, a liking for leftover hospital food? Despite these, J.P. Devine writes that his procedure will be like popping into Starbucks for a latte.
J.P. Devine: Kartoffelsalat, my father’s favorite
How an Irishman came to indulge in a German dish despite an aversion to mixing with the Germans of South St. Louis, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Losing sleep over Washington firings?
What’s going to happen to all those people who are losing their jobs at the White House, J.P. Devine wonders.
J.P. Devine: Easter through the ages
Memorable moments from Easters past, from vomiting and illness to traditional dinners and life partners, J.P. Devine writes.