I live in Madison, Wisconsin. Once in a while, I leave the coal mine and see a movie, eat dinner out, and mix with other crows. The rest of the time, I'm on my computer.
The sound of one fist punching.
Motion sickness at the movie theater.
My brothers' brothers' keeper.
Something more than a hound dog.
Celebrity safety is everyone's responsibility.
When I can no longer separate celebrities from their negative publicity, I can’t enjoy their work.
Prostitution in Rhode Island.
Fathers, take heart: even the Hundred Years' War ended eventually.
Airplane windows replaced with duct tape and a sheet of plastic.
No way out?