Philip Gulley

It doesn’t help one’s self-esteem to be branded nonessential by the governor.

When it comes to weddings, thriftiness and true love are a match made in heaven.

The most dependable car I’ve ever owned is also the ugliest.

I’m encouraged by the large number of presidential candidates this year, but that doesn’t make it any easier to choose one.

We’re too lazy for that.

Living under the unblinking eye of a homeowner’s association, I’m starting to think we should have insisted on decency being one of the covenants.

When I asked about the racial history of my hometown, I was told we had nothing to hide. But the truth is much uglier.

I enjoy my annual review so much, I’m thinking of giving one to everyone in my family.

An ancient Native American ax sharpens one man’s thinking.

As a man without a TV, I’m disappointed in those who have one—and I’m always visiting to watch and tell them so.

Headaches are wonderful.

Slashing taxes sounds like a great idea. Until it isn’t.

The thrill of motorcycling is the point, the counter-narrative to the bubble-wrapped life of modern America.

“If a man or woman, at the end of their long and difficult day, wants to smoke a joint and relax, that does not impinge upon my happiness in the least.”

The immigrant I knew best went to church, volunteered as a Boy Scout leader, and helped his sick neighbors.