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2 months ago | saturdayeveningpost.com | Cable Neuhaus

Joyce Wadler, a veteran New York Times journalist, was vacationing in Alaska in 2018 when an email arrived from an editor saying that her popular humor column, “I Was Misinformed,” had been canceled. It was not the kind of thing you want to be informed about, but was not entirely unexpected. “When the person in power says, ‘This is no longer important,’” Wadler told me, “it’s over.”Wadler ended up working on a novel for a while. Fortunately, she was financially stable. But still.

Jan 1, 2025 | saturdayeveningpost.com | Cable Neuhaus

Farmer’s almanacs are old as dirt. Technically, soil. Ideally, nutrient-rich soil, the kind that yields robust crops because farmers studied the long-range weather forecasts in their almanacs. It’s a circle of life thing, agriculturally speaking. But here’s the rub.

Oct 15, 2024 | saturdayeveningpost.com | Cable Neuhaus

Earlier this year, magicians Penn and Teller wrapped production on the 11th season of their TV show Fool Us. I found myself engaged in a Zoom conversation with Penn Jillette, the verbal half of the series’ famously quirky hosting team. I told him several magicians had said to me that mentalism is currently the hottest thing in their line of work. Although he’d just emphasized the importance of collegial kindness, Jillette now looked at me as if he’d accidentally ingested a deck of playing cards.

Aug 16, 2024 | saturdayeveningpost.com | Cable Neuhaus

About a year ago, a middle-aged woman walked into a Goodwill store in Hanover County, Virginia, where a green-and-burgundy glass vase caught her eye. She paid $3.99 to take it home. And … I think you may know where this is going. It was soon discovered that the vase was a rare piece by a prominent Italian artisan. At auction, it fetched $107,100. “This was a gift from the thrifting gods,” the president of the auction house told The Washington Post.

Jun 17, 2024 | saturdayeveningpost.com | Cable Neuhaus

When I say “front porch,” tell me what your mind conjures (and please, no references to Don Knotts, Andy Griffith, or their cockamamie town of Mayberry). I’m guessing your answer may include a mention of chilled sangria, a swing, a lounging dog, and the scent of hydrangeas. Most of us, it seems, hold shared thoughts about the idyll of front porches and the pleasure of killing time there as a breeze rustles the nearby branches. We do so love — and romanticize — porches.