This sculpture appeared mysteriously a few weeks ago.
Everybody leave Jessica Simpson alone and worry about whether you can drop some pounds.
I thought the mayor of Newark’s name was Cory Booker. Apparently it is really Corporate Backer. My mistake.
My first feeling after seeing “The Hunger Games” at the theater was that it was good if you like watching teenagers kill each other.
I never before read Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States.
Ich bin ein berliner!
Once a year I drive to an elementary school for a National Park Fair put on by third-graders.
I ran over a squirrel this morning on my way to the farmers market, with my bicycle. I couldn’t believe it.
During my morning bicycle commutes I discovered I had a nemesis: an aggressively territorial red-winged blackbird.
Toward the end of a tour, a fourth grader asked me why our maintenance workers were getting ready to paint a historical building.
See how our slaves live! – Nikita Khrushchev
Why sneezes can’t pass without comment, as other involuntary expulsions of air manage to do, is beyond me.
A lady who visited the park today mentioned she was an independent candidate for president.
I had my first good look at a coyote today.
Crossing the Burlington Street bridge on our bikes yesterday, we saw the bridge’s resident cliff swallows catching insects over the river and returning them to their nests.
I’ve been breathing all day so I think I’ll inhale something light tonight, like helium.
Being ignorant of opera music, I didn’t know any opera songs were not about crying clowns.
The farmers market is back: there were greens and asparagus everywhere!
I felt l had seen of it all I needed to see of the September 11 Memorial from our our hotel room window.