Phil Gulley

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.

“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.