J.P. Devine ponders what it will take to lose weight before his daughter’s wedding.

J.P. Devine wonders what happens to that fun, friendly pal who used to like us so much.

J.P. Devine thought he’d be dancing like Gene Kelly by now, but instead he’s reminded of “Crime and Punishment.”

J.P. Devine reflects on getting “ashed up,” going to confession and the nature of sin, more or less.

The Morning Sentinel columnist remembers Sonja Henie and Rosemary DeBranco, the star of Devine’s dreams.

J.P. Devine mulls a snow-filled, “Downton Abbey” draggy winter and wonders if it’s worth getting out of bed.

JP Devine waxes on his love for potatoes and the hate they’ve gotten recently from nutrition programs.

With J.P Devine’s oldest daughter getting married Labor Day weekend, he muses on the orders to get rid of his figure.

J.P. Devine needs to take the trash out, but he’d rather reflect on winters past and what might have been.

J.P. Devine has a hard time letting go of the stuff of his life.