For half a century, I thought one of our great unfinished national tasks was coming to terms with the death of President John F. Kennedy. As we observe the 50th anniversary of his death, I finally realized our unfinished business is coming to terms with the life of Lee Harvey Oswald.
The Boston Big Beards, I see, won the World Series. I spent last week at a Trappist monastery in Iowa, which is about as far away from things as you can get, so I didn't hear the results till I returned home.
Come January, I will have been a newspaper columnist for 29 years. That also happens to be my son's age, and early on, he was frequently grist for my writing mill. He turned 1, in fact, a month after I started writing weekly in The Coloradoan, a Gannett paper in Fort Collins.
Now that many observers are predicting the demise of the sad, sterile remains of the Republican Party, I thought it might be a good time to revisit my prediction to that effect, which first ran on Feb. 11, 2009, the eve of Honest Abe's bicentennial. It has been lightly updated.