A once-promising first date comes to a swift conclusion.
And a bit about Yankee Stadium.
An aging man takes a walk in the hopes of finding himself.
Is poverty an excuse for criminal evil?
I’m starting to get worried…
Darwin vs. A.N. Wilson: no contest.
A fruitful day for photography in New York City.
So I pecked his eyes out.
A return to Avalon, New Jersey.
Hoboken and Jersey City are NYC’s sixth and seventh boroughs.
Inside a London Psych Ward.
And wrecks Rooster for the rest of the day.
I don't assume that any Catholic priest I meet is a child abuser. But I do assume he's gay. Don't you?
The book frustratingly lacks context.
If you’re a guy, it’s okay to stop reading right here.
Dog day doldrums and an addiction to weather reports.
Paleocon Diary (#131)
The soldiers would fire a volley and charge at a full run, bayonets fixed, yelling at the tops of their lungs.
Pillowface Jones likes and shares hot takes while the nicest guy in town meets his maker.
A would-be author experiences surprising success in dystopian fiction.
Maybe we’re fighting because we’re so similar.
I’m an old cowhand.
As a teenager, I was a walking zit.
The brilliant Absolut Vodka advertising hustle of the late-1980s.
I don’t scream for ice cream.
American social polarization is exaggerated.
Ninety-Nine percent of baseball fans don’t care if a free agent inks deal for $100 or $140 million.
Black eyes are going around like the flu.
Eatin’ a lot of peaches.
Peggy Noonan says it takes a grandparent to bring back American civility. Say what?