Hemingway vs. Burns: The Sun Also Rises on a Fallen Myth
A day in the life of a waitperson hoping to hold on to life.
Bugs are bugging out. There was a time that would have made us happy.
There ain’t no spring chickens up here in the Ninth Decade. Guaranteed: we're slowing down, and we won't be along for the next adventure. Let's take a seat and get out of the way.
Creepy tales from the crypt of the Madman of Mar-A-Lago, continued…Be careful where you put your feet.
One wonders, doesn't one, just what the hell they are hiding? Maybe we all ought to wonder, and wonder loudly.
Should true Americans apologize for the bad actors in their midst? This old gringo thinks not.
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.
Let's all send Trump some marbles. He's lost his. And, like Capt. Queeg, he needs them. Really needs them.
Does anybody get global warming? Does anybody get modern poetry? But cartoons? Now, that's a different kettle of seahorses.