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Andy Rooney

Andy Rooney

Write to Andy Rooney at Tribune Media Services,2225 Kenmore Ave., Suite 114, Buffalo, NY 14207, or e-mail This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .

Remembering cars of yesteryear
By Andy Rooney

THE AUTOMOBILE industry always makes changes in its new models, but it isn’t until 10 years later that you realize cars have gradually become different. The tail fins of the 1960s didn’t disappear overnight.
I can’t remember how many cars I’ve owned. A lot. My memory of cars goes back to the ’30s before I was in high school. I don’t believe the first car my parents owned had a heater because there was a bar across the back of the front seat with a blanket on it for people sitting in back.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011 1:41 PM
We all need to have some down time
By Andy Rooney

EVERYTHING’S crowding in on me. Please step back and give the man some air. It isn’t just too many people; it’s too many things to do, too many possessions, too much equipment designed to make life easier, too many wires leading to too many electric appliances, too many relationships to maintain.
There are too many events, too many movies and too much television. There are too many books to read. The newspaper keeps coming. There’s no time to sit down and stare out the window

Tuesday, August 02, 2011 10:35 AM
Why do we take pride in ignorance?
By Andy Rooney

CONSIDERING HOW much we profess to admire education, it’s funny how often we take pride in our ignorance.
A psychiatrist might have the answer to that problem, except psychiatrists are as proud of not knowing something as the rest of us.
Years ago, I was skiing with a man I’d met just a few days earlier in the lodge. All I knew about him was that he was a doctor. I took a bad, head-over-heels-skis-and-all fall and dislocated my

Tuesday, July 26, 2011 10:33 AM
A doctor a day keeps apples away
By Andy Rooney

I THINK I’ll be OK, although I’ve sure been going to see a lot of doctors lately.
A few weeks ago, I went to see my all-purpose doctor. He’s the one whose name I fill in if the form asks for the name of my “physician” or “family doctor.” The fact that no one else in my family goes to him has no bearing on that.
Even though I know a lot of people die the day after their doctor says they’re in good health, I’m always encouraged when my doctor says I’m doing fine. He lies a little to me, but I like that in a

Tuesday, July 19, 2011 10:50 AM
Picture this
By Andy Rooney

EVERY ONCE in a while, a newspaper or another publication of some kind will ask me for a picture of myself. I can never find one I want to send them.
Why don’t pictures of us ever look the way we think of ourselves as looking? Occasionally, someone will take a picture of me that’s flattering, but even that doesn’t look the way I think I look when I leave the mirror in the morning after shaving and combing my hair.
Just about every picture I’ve ever had taken of myself looks the way I look for about one instant

Tuesday, July 12, 2011 11:03 AM

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