A new committee gets a flood of ideas from great wall builders such as Steven Spielberg, Chinese entrepreneurs and Russian gulag engineers, writes J.P. Devine.

Putting on socks, shoes and boxers may require the caution needed around Harvey Weinstein, though J.P. Devine disavows ever having known him.

Despite having a cataract procedure scheduled, J.P. Devine writes that worries about not wearing glasses have diminished as he gets a look at cool designer eyewear.

Really, it all begins with the iPhone, and then you have Walmart wanting to deliver groceries to your door, writes J.P. Devine.

While he wouldn’t call himself a patriot — entirely too vigorous — the flag does have meaning for him, writes J.P. Devine.

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.