DrPat is the blog signature used by an old coot who hoards books, dances Argentine Tango, cooks a mean venison chili, and is happy to be along for the sag while my spouse does a marathon bicycle ride. All that is in my spare time — and my work life is classified...
I asked four Dads my own Dad's age for their input on the best Father's Day Gifts. Their advice may surprise you.
In the woods, something sinister creeps. If it isn't the wolf (and he claims it is not), who is stealing the recipes and putting all the goodie-makers out of business?
The City is a rule-bound place. Lately, however, the lights have begun flickering.
Build stars from it. Water earth and entomb dinosaurs with it. Smoke it, eat it, drink it. Return to it at life's end.
Expect no deep insights, no religious conflicts — just a delightful animated film that offers nothing but pleasure to its audience.
My father was an environmental visionary. (Who knew?)
"My genome is bigger than yours!" Venter's personal genome will be published as a reference databank this year. Where will this maverick researcher head next?
Robson Green is the man you want when you have a subtly-damaged, slightly-weird, very intelligent role to cast on BBC TV.
What if some of the things you see every day aren't real? In Hollywood, that's a normal feeling.
Frankie Thomas, dead at 85, departs for a further destination than any in his 1950s TV career.