Where the devil is my Pulitzer? Here I am, slaving away in New York, writing humor columns week after week—where’s the the fame? Where’s the glory? Where’s the money? Where is the…
Parties are expensive. They take time. They take extensive preparation. They take going to Sam’s Wholesale Club and buying those little quiches. But New Yorkers have found a way…
“Morgan?” the voice on the other end of the line asked when I answered the phone. I thought it was a friend, or perhaps my dad. “Yes?” I answered. “This is Bill from AT&T. I have…
Advice: when trying to hail a t cab with a 14-foot holiday deco-ration, it is best to hide said tree behind a pole of some description, hail a cab, and then mention that you have…
I’m betting you’re probably down to the dark meat and giblets by now. I’m betting you’re probably down to the dark meat and giblets by now. Each year around Thanksgiving,…
I sat bolt upright in the bed as a crash of thunder shook the whole house. White light flooded the room and I could see thirty-five sets of glass eyeballs looking back at me.…
As it turns out, velcro was not invented by NASA. It was invented by a French person named George de Mestral who went on a hike in the 1940s and found a giant ball of plastic hook…
This summer I ran an experiment to test with the environment up here in New York City does the average person. I figured it would be grim, what with all the cars and smoke, but…
Cloning me was a piece of cake, some Pop-Tarts, and a couple of barbecue sandwiches. I mixed that stuff with a little primordial ooze and scientific fluids that bubble and fizz.…
The inspiration for Valentine’s Day was a man named Saint Valentine. He was a martyr. The definition of “martyr,” according to Webster is “one who gets whacked for no good…
Perhaps because I am a native of Alabama, I am not an expert on haute couture (French for “expensive clothes.”) But this week I was invited to be a style critic at the men’s…
As your New York City columnist, I had to ask myself some pretty difficult questions this week. Boy, it was a big news week. Let’s see here: the Super Bowl, the pope was in Cuba,…
This is my last column. Why you ask? Because I have just won $10 million from Publisher’s Clearing House, and if you poor saps think I’m going to sit on my patootey, week after…
What I want to know is how Khartoumians meet one another without getting arrested? Does the minister say “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the barrier.”? I have…
Football. I’ll bet I just doubled my readership by beginning with that word. If you were born in the Great State, the mighty pigskin is a part of your consciousness. Alabamians…
Last night I witnessed a distinguished group of elderly ladies suddenly disintegrate into babbling, wide-eyed, blithering idiots. “OOOH!” the women said, “oodle, oodle,…
Normally, I devote this column to those things that have made this county great, things that make you proud to be an American, things that Norman Rockwell might have painted had…
When I opened the rusty-white door to the Frigidaire, what seemed like a thousand watts bashed me in the eyeballs in the late night of a South Alabama summer. Arm over my eyes, I…
I am about to devote an entire column to something I know is probably on your mind right now. A subject that is pressing on the cerebral cortex of Andalusians everywhere: New…
It’s hard to believe, but one of America’s silliest foods is a billion dollar industry. It’s even harder to believe the various food items that are routinely mixed with Jell-O.…
But trying to stay fashionable in New York costs roughly the same as a toilet at the Pentagon, so I never even tried. In defiance of every fashion magazine and shop window, I wear…
The year was 1947. People still took trains back then. My grandfather had just seen his first jet airplane a few years earlier. Werner Von Braun was tinkering around in Huntsville…
Never in all my years of professional ogling at various women with my cronies have I ever heard a man say, “Hey look at that babe! What eyes, what hair! She’s gorgeous! Oh, but…
My science/technology/math comprehension ends, I mean stops dead, at the lever and pulley. I know how that stuff works. I can fix a lever and a pulley. You want someone to explain…
New York is the psychotherapy capitol of the U.S.. Everyone has a psychiatrist, couselor, therapist, or “group.” The entire city seems to be trying to figure out who is normal and…
New Yorkers think they know everything. They think they got it good up here. They think they’re smarter than we are. They think they won THE WAR, and if you’re a Southerner, you…
A Danish mother visiting Manhattan left her baby in a carriage outside a barbecue restaurant while she was eating with her husband on Tuesday evening. Alarmed New Yorkers called…
Back when I was a civilian, and hadn’t done any reporting for the media, I read about other people in the newspaper and thought wow! How did they get to be so special? But now…
In Alabama, we leave a lot of stuff in our cars: hats, cheeseburgers, small children, books, movies, cameras, purses, and even the car keys. And that’s just in the front seat. The…
“Uma, Ophra, and Op, Alabama,” can you tell me how these things go together? “Not very well,” is the answer. Your roving South-Alabama-native-but-living-in-Manhattan columnist…
After living in New York City for neigh on two years now, I am beginning to miss strange things in The Great State of Alabama. Sure, everybody misses grits, sweat tea, houses with…
Some New Yorkers have the nerve to make fun of the way Alabamians talk. They say it is unintelligible and sounds ignorant. Right. Like “Hey youz guyz, move dat #%@* truck out of…
Fuzz and slime are hard to come by in New York. No, I’m not talking about the NYPD. Oh sure, fuzz and slime may seem like a natural resource what with the subway system,…
Last week I gave a bit of advice about taking a cast-iron skillet with you whenever you go to the country. Let me exend that rule to French restaurants. They don’t have much to…
The New York City grocery store business is made up of a vast mafia cartel that controls, among other things, monetary prices in South Korea, the Academy Awards, Pop-Tart…
Ever since I was a boy, I’ve loved Christmas trees. Problem is, I usually find a way to accidentally obliterate at least one Christmas tree every season. Christmas trees are…
Twas the night before ChristmasAnd lo it had snowedThough less than an inchcovered the road.“Blizzard!” cried some“Nor’easter” hollered more.Even the mayorCouldn’t get bread at…
Twas the night before Christmas And lo it had snowed. Though less than an inch covered the road. “Blizzard!” cried some “Nor’easter” hollered more. Even the mayor couldn’t get…
Here comes the bride. Thankfully, I’ve had a moment of respite from weddings. I went to five this summer. I suppose all my friends are of the marrying age here at 24 years old. In…
This week, Bill Clinton, a.k.a. the Big Mac President, alias the Commander in Beef, leader of the Feed World and of the last “supersize me” nation, came to New York City and did a…
Every month, I pay about $3 a square foot for a crummy little apartment on the fifth floor of a former tuberculoses hospital on the East side of this island called Manhattan. I’m…
At some point in a man’s life, the weather becomes more than a subject for light chit-chat. It becomes religion. On any given day, Guy Wiggins can tell me the dew point pressure…
The world’s second oldest profession is no doubt, politics. However depending on the politician, I’d say public office-seeking often resembles the job description of the world’s…
Let me tell you why space aliens aren’t being hidden by our government. Look at our politicians. Look at the publicity shaking hands with an alien would generate. Look at the…
I decided to do a little volunteer work this year for the Boy Scouts of America. I was a proud Boy Scout, and I figured Yankee boys couldn’t be that different. I have said it…
There’s no place in New York City to stomp up some peanuts. And that’s a pity. Fact is, New Yorkers don’t know squat about peanuts except that Jimmy Carter grew ’em and JIFF is…
My Uncle Mark emailed me a note this week that read: “Morgan, I noticed that you haven’t slandered any of your relatives in your columns recently. What’s happened?” You know,…
Depression is the natural state of all New Yorkers. Being miserable and treating others like dirt is every New Yorker’s God-given right. Thus it should come as no surprise that…
The sawing lasted 45 minutes. It was accompanied by the sound of my roommate reciting every swear word in Christendom. When it abated, Alex appeared dripping in sweat, out of…
And everybody says that cats are smarter than dogs. Well, I’m not buying that. Perhaps cat owners are smarter than dog owners (they always seem to be women and literary types), I…
Hunchback is playing in Andalusia. I just saw it. And now that I’m living in New York City, naturally, I’ve become the know-it-all expert on just about everything, including the…
I want you to sit down and grab your big toes. That’s what I said: your big toes. And while holding your big toes, bring your feet up to the same level as your ears. Yes, both of…
The average speed of traffic in Manhattan is three miles an hour according to New York State Highway and Thoroughfare Department. Seems that a bunch of scientists came up with…
We’re coming upon a day of the year that I just am not real fond of. April 15th. Uncle Sam’s payday. If there are two things to which I am morally opposed, it’s paying taxes and…
My mama recently came to New York City. Talk about panic. New York City isn’t any place for a genteel Southern lady like my mama to be gallivanting around. No sir. My mother is…
Thirty-nine cult followers “shed” their “containment units” a few weeks ago to meet up with an alien spacecraft traveling in the shadow of the Hale-Bopp Comet. It should come as…
There are uptown little towns, and then there are not-so-uptown little towns. Fortunately, Andalusia is in the “uptown” category. What makes an “uptown,” you ask? Cultural things…
My first day in Central Park on in-line skates was filled with excitement. The threat of permanent brain damage always gets me keyed up. I certainly got closer to New Yorkers.…
There are basically three kinds of elevators in New York City: old; new; and scary.
What happens in Alabama when it snows? People go crazy. The weathermen get excited. There’s a mad rush for the grocery store (as if two inches of snow might actually force people…
So in the mighty Empire State Building, I paid five bucks to ride to the top in an Otis. We stopped prematurely around the 73 floor. And there we sat. Four two hours. Dangling by…
As I have said before, I’m just not real swift at sports. Blasphemy, I know, in Alabama. We are a state of sportsman. Shoot, “Bear” Bryant is a deity. God may have created the…
Andalusians have no business going snow skiing. Water skiing is fine–just make sure the lake isn’t frozen. For one thing, to snow ski, it has to be cold. Andalusians aren’t…
I have really tried to be good this year so that the fat man will give me a break for Christmas. I figure that since I’m closer to the North Pole, I might rack up some quality…
Let’s talk turkey. It’s open season in Central Park this week. Thankfully, I’ve yet to get shot. That’s a good thing. Shooting, bullets, guns, rifles and such have always worried…
When I was a little boy. I wanted desperately to be Bond, James Bond. I used to pretend my Radio Flyer wagon was an Austin martin equipped with machine guns, revolving license…
When I came back to New York City after having been in Andalusia, it took me longer to get into the city than it had for me to get from Atlanta to New Jersey. Why? Because of the…
It was a relief to be back within the warm confines of Andalusia last week. I ate enough barbecue to choke a goat and all I drank was sweet tea and gravy. Praise the Lord, I even…
By the time you read this I will have left New York City and be on my way to visit fair Andalusia. Hallelujah. Brother, let me tell you, I can’t wait to be back. This week, I’ve…
Recently my sister and I went to Tavern On the Green in Central Park here in New York City. If you’ve been to New York City, you probably know Tavern On the Green. The Tavern is…
Exiled here in New Yuck City, as I have said before, there just isn’t any Morgan place to eat barbecue Alabama style. New Yorkers are always doing something to “burn” a barbecue.…
People often ask me here in New York City what we do for “fun” in Andalusia. And although I usually answer them with stunningly colorful fabrications about our white-porticoed…
Why Big Hair is all the rage in the Deep South
I do not ever plan to don a thong.
I think that I must be the only member of the American news media that hasn’t written about O.J. Simpson. So read on, this column is not about Mr. Simpson. This column is about…
For nearly eight months now, I’ve been working in the women’s fashion magazine industry here in New York City. It’s a strange place to be for a fellow from the great state of…
I hope you enjoy this Labor Day weekend, Andalusia. Take it easy. Have some sweet tea. Go to the lake. I’ll be thinking about Guy Wiggins. You see, Guy is my grandfather and, on…
New York City has one of the worst housing shortages in the known universe. That’s how New Yorkers describe it: a “housing” shortage. Funny, but I’ve yet to see a “house” anywhere…
The law. Monday, I had a brush with the law. That’s right, I got pulled over. Being pulled over in New York is an entirely different thing altogether from being pulled over in the…
Manhattan dining can be a traumatic experience for a South Alabamian. Not that we can’t hold our own when it comes to ordering off fancy menus. Alabamians have some of the finest…
Being an Andalusian here in New York City, there are a number of things that I sorely miss. I miss green tomatoes. I miss cornbread. Shoot, I miss my mama. And ranking somewhere…
“Seventy-eight days ago I moved to the Big Rotten Apple, a.k.a., New York City. I work at Harper’s BAZAAR. You may wonder how a guy with roots in Andalusia, Alabama wound up at…
This is my first column for The Star News. And I am glad to have it. There is something important I need to tell Andalusians everywhere. Y’all got it good in Andalusia. How is it…