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Journalists often cite “reliable sources” for feeding us information under the promise of anonymity—and sometimes something called “non-attribution.”

Many readers know that Lewis Carroll—author of “Alice in Wonderland” and its sequel “Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There”—was in reality a man named Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a math teacher at Oxford’s Christ Church College.

According to a recent headline in the Sacramento Business Journal—I wrote a daily column there for eight years yet it continues to publish—”Country clubs and golf courses are at a pivot point. Will subscriptions change the game?”

One of my favorite episodes of “The Sopranos,” the New Jersey gangster classic, is when local mob boss Tony Soprano dashes to his home ahead of the FBI to find and re-hide the thousands and thousands of dollars he’s been stashing there for years.

Venice—the one they keep in Italy, not Southern California—has a problem that cities around the world might envy: “over-tourism,” as one local official told the New York Times.

Face it: The self-driving car was never the equal of a self-cleaning oven. While both could cause you serious harm, odds are good that the self-cleaning oven would never veer suddenly in your kitchen and fatally collide with, say, your dishwasher.

Even though insurance companies are compulsive gamblers, I have to admit they “know when to hold ‘em/Know when to fold ‘em,” as that Kenny Rogers song (written by Don Schlitz) has it.

Starting soon, many of us will make plans to attend our high school reunions. Simultaneously, the word “Why?” may begin to dominate our thinking.

Stephen Colbert did a screamingly funny pantomime on his Late Show recently.

While it’s probably premature to announce that my decades-long love affair with automobiles is kaput, my own car and I are currently undergoing a trial separation.