I tried all week to write a piece about actor/magician Ricky Jay and I failed miserably, several thousand words and not one worth keeping.
[The following letter was written by Corporal Otis Stafford to his in-laws. Dated July 28, 1945,
Dear T— and K—, This is a message attached to a bottle.
I was raised in a road trip household. Hitting the highway for summer vacation wasn’t uncommon when I was a kid, but I think in my family’s case it was a matter […]
The United States turns 242 this week, which is pretty impressive given her cruddy diet.
I spent a good hour yesterday drafting a Memorial Day story, and then it hit me:
I think I’m depressed.
“How do you eat an elephant?” goes the old riddle. “One bite at a time.”
I shouldn’t brag, but I’m the master of The Deal. You know it’s true because I treat The Deal like a proper noun, like “McDonald’s” or “Sad!”
I am beginning to disappear. This probably started years ago, but I didn’t notice. That seems to be how this thing goes. The process is a slow one until it isn’t. One […]