EDITOR’S COLUMN: Liar, liar …

The worst trouble I ever got in as a kid was for lying. The punishment for lying was far more severe than the punishment for sassing or fighting with the neighbor kid or getting home late. “You go to the same place for lying that you do for stealing,” my dad would say, leaving me with the conviction that to be a liar was one of the worst things one could possibly be, a wasted…