I thought the Paris Hilton fad was done. I thought we were over her, and by “we,” I mean whoever found her worthy of attention in the first place. I thought it was now uncool to dislike her, passé even.…
Hitchhiking has always been good to me, but I can’t say the same for a certain drunk who once rolled in an early ‘70s Opel GT. His car was on the verge of a coronary; it was merely fate that…
Challenging an incumbent in a primary election is a clear signal that A) the extreme fringe of the party is upset about said incumbent tracking to center or B) severe incompetence or grievous moral lapse has chummed the waters.
I went into a music store yesterday. An honest-to-God, brick-and-mortar music store. It’s a lot like going into a museum, except the whole thing’s the gift shop. In fact, this particular music store even sold records.
Football is a rough game—as a profession and as a pastime. It’s a game of titans, of hard knocks, of long spiraling passes that are watched with breath held, and of stadiums erupting into rapturous glee. It’s a game of…
Exactly why, at age 9, I began showing up with my dad (who had an office in the same space above the Katz Drug Store on the Square in Independence, Mo.) to work in my grandfather’s law office is vague.
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does—Emma, Jane Austen Sometimes I see the signs—little tendencies that remind me of my grandma.
Iraq, Afghanistan, health care, Guantanamo, adultery, history, context. Our economy, our perspective, our government are screwed up today, in large part, because those people who deign to make a living informing you and me—We The People—about what matters in the…