John sent me a news article about how the military freaked out the entire New York metropolitan area by staging a photo shoot of a low-flying 747 being followed by F-16 fighters.
A perfect project for a rainy weekend.
I’ll be getting back to basics and focusing on making Adam’s artificial habitat accessible and sharp-looking again.
It’s school tour season at the park.
Tom Harkin has been in the Senate most of my life and his letter, which is loaded with John Kerry-like waffling and trying to have everything both ways, shows it.
I’ve been thinking about genocide lately, though not because I’m contemplating one.
There are forty acres black earth out there, but they’ll be green in a few weeks.
Are mustaches coming back into fashion?
I used to hate book reports when I was a kid, and here I am writing them for fun.
All the swimming I’ve done this winter did nothing to toughen my rear end.
It’s fun to be part of a local burn that doesn’t have the federal government’s rigid bureaucratic requirements.
The weather here is struggling valiantly to become springlike and is failing.
I’ve avoided watching “Titanic” for the last 12 years.
I went down to the bar hoping there might be a decent sporting event on TV. Instead, the NIT championship game was on, Baylor versus Penn State.