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A few of the presidents with streets named after them in NYC.
It was 45 years ago and completely justified.
On Carlos Patiño's entertaining and meaningful book for kids, Dave Loves Chickens.
Mystery surrounds the name of the street, but it has nothing to do with Swingline or Bostitch.
“Would you like your walk shoveled?” “How much?” “A dollar.” “Go ahead.”
More people should stop trying to be an important voice of reason.
Preliminary work has begun on replacing the 120-year-old relic rattletrap of the Grand Street Bridge, and I’ll miss it when it goes.
Mike McPadden jammed the Xerox machine of life, laughing all the way.
Wildlife in New Jersey and beyond.
Rooster wishes all of you a Happy New Year—except Bennington, who remains haram and a shanda.
New Year's Eve, 2050.
Walking the Boulevard of Death, aka Queens Blvd., in the days before Christmas 2020.
In the eye of the propaganda storm.
Some things in life are worth dying for I guess.
In focusing on what you have, you attune yourself to your good fortune.
Interview with Christopher Berry, managing attorney in the Animal Legal Defense Fund's civil litigation program.
The big lie is the scum on the surface of the two-party system.
I stumbled across a novel analogy on Twitter: the English Civil War.
The images and accompanying text are frequently disturbing.
Blank and glazed-over poison filled eyes glare right through you into space.
Since many pigments were toxic, paint making could be dangerous.
Half an hour with the author around the debut of the TV mini-series based on The Stand.
An excellent 53-minute interview with the late author who died last weekend at the age of 89.
The acclaimed American writer gave this reading at the University of Alabama in September 1990.
Nearly nine hours, this is part one of a three part complete reading of the 1973 novel. If you're still in quarantine, or stuck in a police barricade, it's a perfect way to pass the time!
A conversation with Charlie Rose.
Five poems from a new collection for sale here.
Writing and recording poems every week for a newborn daughter.
Dad was a humble giant, at least to his five sons.
