Green suits me best at breakfast
Saunders:In the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, it's not that easy being green.
Cut that highway greenery
Saunders:It's no exaggeration to say that the weeds on some parts of the Triangle's highways and roads would be more appropriate on African plains than separating road and highway lanes.
Teens get a label at the mall
Saunders:To understand any species, it helps to observe it in its natural habitat.
Zimbabwe takes a sad turn
Saunders:What's not to like about a country in which, when you turn on the television in the middle of the day, you see "Sanford & Son"? And where the residents treat you like you're Fred's pal, Big Money Grip?
Mamas, nag your saggers
Saunders:Who else out there has been tempted to approach one of these young men with pants hanging south of his equatorial region and ask, "What's up with that, yo?"
Justice grinds on ... and on
Saunders:Supporters of both convicted murderer Michael Peterson and disbarred former District Attorney Michael Nifong are trying to resurrect those long-thought-dead cases and get new trials or reversals.
No-dough meals tax? Here's how
Saunders:If there's one thing politicians like better than levying taxes, it's levying them on people who won't be voting for them anyway.
I do, I do -- vow to scram
Saunders:Next time I walk down the aisle, Sweet Thang and I will write our own vows.
In Philly, songwriting loses an R&B star
Among modern-day songwriting duos, there's Lennon-McCartney and all the rest. At the top of "all the rest," though, is McFadden & Whitehead.
Clay's price tag unfair
We all remember that beloved children's bedtime story about the hooker who approached the old man on the street and said, "Hey, pops, I'll do anything you want for $100."
Grief burdens sunshine
It wasn't the singing or the bagpipes that did it, although beautiful both were.
Once upon a time, shows just faded away
If you're over 40, it's OK to admit that you feel cheated. No, not because, in the words of Uncle Miltie, it now takes you all night to do what you once could do all night. Not even because you are untouched by the so-called musical or fashion stylings of Christina Aguilera or P. Diddy. You can feel cheated because, chances are, none of your favorite television shows bowed out with grandiose farewells that commanded $2 million-a-minute from advertisers.