J.P. Devine ponders the benefits of wine and is strangely focused on points north.

A broken garage door, losing weight and getting Netflix to watch ‘Breaking Bad,’ but the Blu-Ray breaking were highlights at J.P.’s Waterville home.

Still mad about the Cuban Missile Crisis? That’s so last century. Let the good times roll, J.P Devine writes.

In December, the stars came out in Beverly Hills, and they all flocked to Martindale’s bookstore, J.P. Devine recalls.

J.P. Devine remembers Santas who gave out gifts of cigars, hip pocket bottles of whiskey and read your name on the radio.

Memories of long ago holidays can still be heard loud and clear by columnist J.P. Devine.

Sheep dog Jack gets her full attention. What does J.P. get? Nothing, J.P. Devine writes.

J.P Devine is pleased to learn that the macho, big-game hunting former president played by a sportsman’s rules.