Bugs are bugging out. There was a time that would have made us happy.
Back then, we didn't call it Black Friday. But for Mad Dog Sherbondy, it was as black as it gets.
& Well, yesterday I was 80. Today I'm 80 plus one, filled with the memory of fine food and drink and felicitations from a flurry of fine friends who dropped by to celebrate the occasion and sent word via ancient means of communication – the mail, the telephone and even a few smoke signals. The nice thing about the modern … Continue reading Eighty plus one: The good news
After a half-century of wondering and a quarter-century of waiting for valid answers, we now have the chance to discover what really happened in Dallas 54 years ago. The President can help. He probably needs a push, from you.
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Found, deep in the musty records of the University of Colorado, the truth about a 50-year-old fib.
Another good man gone.
The "You're Older" trophy has found a permanent home.
Donald Trump could have gotten a few pointers from a kid named Cassius
It was Ronnie Patton's kind of funeral. Just too damn bad it had to be his.