Jon Kaufman
Technology Gone Awry . . . Hal, Meet Sam
by Jon Kaufman
Ever been scolded by a person who does not exist? Thanks to the wonders of technology, such an encounter is not only possible, it’s probable. Approaching...
My Dogs Don’t Do Time Zones
by Jon Kaufman
The state of Arizona does not believe in daylight savings time and...
My, My . . . How They Grow Up and We Don’t
by Jon Kaufman
Can a young man who once attempted to clean his room with...
I Have Questions . . . I Hope You Have Answers
by Jon Kaufman
I have questions. These are not topical queries such as, “If the United...
Rumbling, Bumbling, Stumbling . . . New Job!
by Jon Kaufman
Friends, when last we spoke I was mired in state of unemployment,...
The Very Real Horror of Retail Shopping
Friends, I have a problem. Freely conceding that anyone who has read this column might consider this opening statement a laughable understatement, there is...
Meets His Intestinal Match
Last week, Roscoe the Bassett Hound, Roanoke's preeminent eating machine, consumed a foreign object, hurling our pet-centric household into a state of emergency. If...
Not the Best reason to Come to Roanoke
What draws people to move to this beautiful valley we call home? Is it the grandeur of the mountains, or perhaps the friendly nature...
Being Snowbound With Teens Not for the Faint of Heart
Generally, I am not a big fan of houseguests, particularly those of the overnight variety. Relatives excluded, visitors strewn about the house tend to...
If A Tree Falls In the Living Room Can Anyone Hear It?
Allow me to begin this column with an apology. On Sunday, December 13th I was to attend the annual holiday soiree for the staff...
Nothing Beats a Trip to the Department of Motor Victims
Everyone, despite their disposition, has some sort of task that they dread completing more than any other mundane mission. Some fear public speaking, others...