Maybe I should not be surprised that, despite their penchant for sensible solutions and cool-headed, rational analysis, the editors of The Economist would get so exercised over modest tax increases for the wealthy.
I’m not proud of things I had to do to make that applesauce.
I happen to think that an aquarium in a sushi restaurant is a very funny thing.
I’ve come to expect at least a little bit of false modesty from people.
Too bad there aren’t hugs on all my tours.
What to do when “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” is checked out of the library? Borrow the Spanish translation.
Let’s get quizzical.
I once actually dared to hope that something good might come of that horrible day of September 11, 2001.
The latest innovation in Major League Baseball appears to be the six-man starting pitching rotation.
Ronald Reagan was the president of my childhood. We found some time to visit his boyhood home in Dixon, Ill.
On our bottle was a little green inchworm marching in circles along the rim of the bottle.
We decided last minute to go to Chicago for the long weekend.
Photos from our stop in Dixon to visit Ronald Reagan’s boyhood home.
Photos from our second trip to Chicago.