We interrupt this lack of updates to bring you a special bulletin: Your not so humble lenslinger is tired of talking television. Hey, I slave over a glowing viewfinder for, like, eight hours a day sometimes. When I get home, there are “Honey-Do’s” to n…

I’d like to think the Occupy Wall Street crowd understands their issue better than yours truly, but I’ve covered enough protests to know most folks screaming catchphrases are clueless reprobates with nothing much better to do. You there – dressed like …

Even though I’m not the spot news specialist I once was, I can still roll up hard on a house fire. Especially when it’s one of those abandoned homes lovingly set ablaze by men in turn-out gear. That’s right, I stumbled across a training fire last week …

“Did somebody bail?” That’s what I wondered when journeyman radio host Allan Handelman called the other day and asked if I’d appear on his show that afternoon. “Youbetcha!”, I heard myself say. Then I hung up the phone and realized I still had ninety s…